I forced myself to watch an episode of Eastenders (oh the shame) just to see Pauline finally cark it, fully expecting a dramatic end - an unknown assailant braining her with her own kettle perhaps, or her little dog turning on her and going straight for her throat, or maybe being crushed to death by a falling Sonia, but what happened? She just lay down quietly in the snow FFS. And that's another thing. When was there last a white Christmas in the East End of Laaaahhhhndon?
Well, that's half an hour of my life I won't get back. I only hope my conscience can forgive me.