Into the realms of Newmanry we go. Et in Newmania ego and all that. The only saving grace of this episode tonight was Stacey, pure and simple. The rest just smacked of an ever decreasing circle.
Rubber Soul-less.
Oh, the drudgery of poor Kat. Bring me some hearts and flowers ...
I used to hear this ditty in my mind every time we were asked to invest some sympathy in the joke that was presented to us as The Trials and Tribulations of Bianca. See what happens with Kat. You get rid of Bianca, and you replace her with Kat, the fortysomething tart-with-a-heart, who could cheat at random and anytime on her husband and whine about being a Dirty Girl, thanks to her abuse at the hands of her wicked Uncle'Arry, but how often can you blame a trauma from the past before it becomes a convenient excuse to abscond blame and continue bad behaviour?
Bianca screamed, wailed and belloweathered, then - ever the eternal child - hid behind her mother. Kat, now, resorts to downing her young son's antihistimine liquid medicine for his rash as a means of blotting out her cares and wears.
Like the venerable Mrs B, I've finished sympathising with Kat, and in my own right, I feel more than just a little insulted that TPTB are force-feeding me Kat's bad luck and having her veer from trouble to trouble and end up looking like an overly made-up version of one of those women in the YouTube clip above.
In a comment on Tuesday's episode, Mrs B rightly asked the rhetorical question of just how many more times are we to be presented with a scene where "poor Kat" takes a long look at herself in the mirror, squares her shoulders and determines to do better for herself and her boys? And how many more times are we going to see her fail and whoever the writer is, blatantly ask us for a sympathy many of us no longer feel?
Kat's worse than any of the children in that household. Big Mo and Stacey have to walk on eggshells around her, making sure she's sleeping well, that she eats, wondering about her mindset in view of all the setbacks she's had. It's funny how no one remembers the hoops through which she made Alfie jump when she was sleeping around on him, the humiliation through which she put him and the abject mess she made of that. When you think about it, in depth, it was Kat, who really lost the Vic for Alfie with her behaviour, and his undying love for her.
Big Mo and Stacey tiptoe around her, whispering amongst themselves and wondering if whatever she's doing is for the best. "Whatever she was doing" tonight was determining to approach Harry's solicitor for the grand sum total of £18,000 left her by Harry via Zoe in his will. That princely sum of money is a low wage in terms of London living. If Kat means that inheritance for her sons, then that means they will get about £6K apiece. Hardly a vast amount.
Big Mo thinks she's doing the right thing. Stacey isn't so certain. Maybe she thinks this is blood money; more than likely, she thinks that the money would forever link Kat to Harry. Newsflash: Kat is forever linked to Harry via Zoe.
Kat's mistake, with regard to the money, is to brand it her "inheritance," and to brag about it to someone who really did get some money as an inheritance. I don't know what this money should be called - maybe money for Kat's children and leave it at that; because Shabnam gave a wonderfully measured definitiion of how an inheritance was supposed to work, how it was a living legacy of the person who left it to the survivor, which spooked Kat into rejecting the inheritance yet again. (Of course, this was reinforced by Stacey assuring her that, now that Stacey had been back at Blades for all of a week or so, they were suddenly OK financially and could afford the rent.)
Go figure that one.
But this whole brouhaha with Kat follows the same Perils of Pauline pattern: Kat determines to do well, Kat cheers herself up, Kat gets smacked down; Kat determines to do well, Kat cheers herself up, Kat gets smacked down again ... you get the picture.
Last night it was wittering on and on about going to Spain on a cheap one-way ticket, only to have Zoe tell her to get out of her life. Tonight, it was Kat, first, declaring that she was owed Harry's money for compensation, then getting knocked back about her bragging inheritance by Shabnam, then determining yet again to work really hard for her boys, only to walk outside and see her stall being robbed blind of stock, whilst she was declaring her latest state of independence to Big Mo and Stacey, as they sat eating soup.
Now the Perils of Poor Kat kick in. We have yet more scenes of Kat looking like an anguished gargoyle, grimacing tragically at the scene, pleading with Aleks to do something for her, when it's ascertained that she has no insurance for her stock. In short, she wants him to falsify a claim in order for her to regain her stock or compensation thereof.
Look, we know where this is all leading. All roads lead to Alfie. I just hope that the road the Moons collectively take leads them out of Walford.
Not a Fine Romance, a Bloody Boring Romance.
What is the point of secrecy with Shabnam? It isn't as if she were seeing Dean or Max or someone like that behind Masood's back. This si something else that's going on and on until we lose interest. Clock the little karma link here: Shabnam planted a seed of doubt in Kat about inheritance, telling her that an inheritance is a lasting legacy of the person giving the inheritor the means by which to remember them. Now, Stacey inadvertantly, plants a seed of doubt in Shabnam, who thinks that she and Kush might be the real thing.
Agreeing to reveal their relationship to all concerned, she assures Stacey that Stacey won't have to keep their secret a long time. Well, that's good that Shabnam and Kush are coming out into the open with their feelings, opines Stacey. Then Shabnam would be able to be more certain then if what she and Kush have is really something definite and permanent - a statement that jars Shabnam's confidence and sends her secrecy with Kush back to Square One.
(Sigh).
In the beginning, which seems so long ago, Shabnam and Kush were a charming couple. Drag this out a few more weeks, and we'll all be wanting them off the screen - oh wait, the Carters will be out in force then.
The Croakers.
I have no time for the Cokers, albeit they have been great friends to Billy, and this was pretty much a Billy-centric episode tonight. If truth be known, I don't like them. Pam's nosy, and I dislike her look of perpetual concerned mixed with a desire to know everyone else's business but to disclose precious little of hers. Les is hammy and loud, a cartoon character of a man.
Billy wants a pay rise. When has he never been short of money? Thing is, if Les doesn't give him a pay rise, we know what action Billy is bound to take - after all, he's only stolen from Ian, Janine and Peggy in the past.
It's obvious from the outset that something's wrong with Les, concerning money, from the way he was reacting to the bereaved widow, and perhaps that excuse came in handy for him as he used her predicament to explain to Billy that he's short of capital because he's been cutting rates to bereaved customers.
As bloody if.
We know that Les Coker is as dishonest as the next man, although he shakes in his shoes after having committed any crime.
Billy raises Pam's hackles enough to get her worried, but Les is able to allay Billy's undue fears.
Something's not right with Les. The money owed his creditors is being paid to someone else.
The question is: Has Les got a chick on the side?
The Carol Conundrum. Oh, pish! It's the blooming change again. Menopause. The sudden crying, the moodiness. Remember Newman gave Carol a one-episode menopause and that was it? Well, DTC is going one better. Not only has she survived cancer, had a double mastectomy and miraculously grown new breasts, I'll bet he's going to give her a proper menopause this time.
Mind you, she could be going bloody barmy, and that would be excusable too, because I would imagine her family take some hard going.
Whitney's virtually non existent, so regressed she's become in clinging onto Lee for her own existence. Sonia is unbearable at best, but today she was the only adult in the room. Liam the Lug and prissy Cindy? Pur-leeese. The sad thing about that set-up is that neither Jane nor Ian would dare to put Cindy, who is not a part of the Beale dynamic, in her sorry-arsed place for trashing the house like that, because Cindy is part and parcel of their dirty little secret.
Carol chooses to ignore the whole escapade of finding Liam bunking off to bunk down with the latest Walford mattress, who's, again, all too aware of the camera on her hair. She bunked off at Liam's age with his grandfather? When Carol was Liam's age, Bianca was a toddler, David was long gone and Carol was honing in on Gary, Robbie's dad. At sweet sixteen, Carol had been kissed a fair few times, just like Cindy.
Since she's adamant the cancer hasn't returned, my best guess is that the menopause has.
The High Point of the Night? Tamwar asking Nancy for a date that really wasn't a date, it was lunch. Is that right? Tamwar and Nancy? They were cute. What does that say about this episode?
Seriously.
Rubber Soul-less.
Oh, the drudgery of poor Kat. Bring me some hearts and flowers ...
I used to hear this ditty in my mind every time we were asked to invest some sympathy in the joke that was presented to us as The Trials and Tribulations of Bianca. See what happens with Kat. You get rid of Bianca, and you replace her with Kat, the fortysomething tart-with-a-heart, who could cheat at random and anytime on her husband and whine about being a Dirty Girl, thanks to her abuse at the hands of her wicked Uncle'Arry, but how often can you blame a trauma from the past before it becomes a convenient excuse to abscond blame and continue bad behaviour?
Bianca screamed, wailed and belloweathered, then - ever the eternal child - hid behind her mother. Kat, now, resorts to downing her young son's antihistimine liquid medicine for his rash as a means of blotting out her cares and wears.
Like the venerable Mrs B, I've finished sympathising with Kat, and in my own right, I feel more than just a little insulted that TPTB are force-feeding me Kat's bad luck and having her veer from trouble to trouble and end up looking like an overly made-up version of one of those women in the YouTube clip above.
In a comment on Tuesday's episode, Mrs B rightly asked the rhetorical question of just how many more times are we to be presented with a scene where "poor Kat" takes a long look at herself in the mirror, squares her shoulders and determines to do better for herself and her boys? And how many more times are we going to see her fail and whoever the writer is, blatantly ask us for a sympathy many of us no longer feel?
Kat's worse than any of the children in that household. Big Mo and Stacey have to walk on eggshells around her, making sure she's sleeping well, that she eats, wondering about her mindset in view of all the setbacks she's had. It's funny how no one remembers the hoops through which she made Alfie jump when she was sleeping around on him, the humiliation through which she put him and the abject mess she made of that. When you think about it, in depth, it was Kat, who really lost the Vic for Alfie with her behaviour, and his undying love for her.
Big Mo and Stacey tiptoe around her, whispering amongst themselves and wondering if whatever she's doing is for the best. "Whatever she was doing" tonight was determining to approach Harry's solicitor for the grand sum total of £18,000 left her by Harry via Zoe in his will. That princely sum of money is a low wage in terms of London living. If Kat means that inheritance for her sons, then that means they will get about £6K apiece. Hardly a vast amount.
Big Mo thinks she's doing the right thing. Stacey isn't so certain. Maybe she thinks this is blood money; more than likely, she thinks that the money would forever link Kat to Harry. Newsflash: Kat is forever linked to Harry via Zoe.
Kat's mistake, with regard to the money, is to brand it her "inheritance," and to brag about it to someone who really did get some money as an inheritance. I don't know what this money should be called - maybe money for Kat's children and leave it at that; because Shabnam gave a wonderfully measured definitiion of how an inheritance was supposed to work, how it was a living legacy of the person who left it to the survivor, which spooked Kat into rejecting the inheritance yet again. (Of course, this was reinforced by Stacey assuring her that, now that Stacey had been back at Blades for all of a week or so, they were suddenly OK financially and could afford the rent.)
Go figure that one.
But this whole brouhaha with Kat follows the same Perils of Pauline pattern: Kat determines to do well, Kat cheers herself up, Kat gets smacked down; Kat determines to do well, Kat cheers herself up, Kat gets smacked down again ... you get the picture.
Last night it was wittering on and on about going to Spain on a cheap one-way ticket, only to have Zoe tell her to get out of her life. Tonight, it was Kat, first, declaring that she was owed Harry's money for compensation, then getting knocked back about her bragging inheritance by Shabnam, then determining yet again to work really hard for her boys, only to walk outside and see her stall being robbed blind of stock, whilst she was declaring her latest state of independence to Big Mo and Stacey, as they sat eating soup.
Now the Perils of Poor Kat kick in. We have yet more scenes of Kat looking like an anguished gargoyle, grimacing tragically at the scene, pleading with Aleks to do something for her, when it's ascertained that she has no insurance for her stock. In short, she wants him to falsify a claim in order for her to regain her stock or compensation thereof.
Look, we know where this is all leading. All roads lead to Alfie. I just hope that the road the Moons collectively take leads them out of Walford.
Not a Fine Romance, a Bloody Boring Romance.
What is the point of secrecy with Shabnam? It isn't as if she were seeing Dean or Max or someone like that behind Masood's back. This si something else that's going on and on until we lose interest. Clock the little karma link here: Shabnam planted a seed of doubt in Kat about inheritance, telling her that an inheritance is a lasting legacy of the person giving the inheritor the means by which to remember them. Now, Stacey inadvertantly, plants a seed of doubt in Shabnam, who thinks that she and Kush might be the real thing.
Agreeing to reveal their relationship to all concerned, she assures Stacey that Stacey won't have to keep their secret a long time. Well, that's good that Shabnam and Kush are coming out into the open with their feelings, opines Stacey. Then Shabnam would be able to be more certain then if what she and Kush have is really something definite and permanent - a statement that jars Shabnam's confidence and sends her secrecy with Kush back to Square One.
(Sigh).
In the beginning, which seems so long ago, Shabnam and Kush were a charming couple. Drag this out a few more weeks, and we'll all be wanting them off the screen - oh wait, the Carters will be out in force then.
The Croakers.
I have no time for the Cokers, albeit they have been great friends to Billy, and this was pretty much a Billy-centric episode tonight. If truth be known, I don't like them. Pam's nosy, and I dislike her look of perpetual concerned mixed with a desire to know everyone else's business but to disclose precious little of hers. Les is hammy and loud, a cartoon character of a man.
Billy wants a pay rise. When has he never been short of money? Thing is, if Les doesn't give him a pay rise, we know what action Billy is bound to take - after all, he's only stolen from Ian, Janine and Peggy in the past.
It's obvious from the outset that something's wrong with Les, concerning money, from the way he was reacting to the bereaved widow, and perhaps that excuse came in handy for him as he used her predicament to explain to Billy that he's short of capital because he's been cutting rates to bereaved customers.
As bloody if.
We know that Les Coker is as dishonest as the next man, although he shakes in his shoes after having committed any crime.
Billy raises Pam's hackles enough to get her worried, but Les is able to allay Billy's undue fears.
Something's not right with Les. The money owed his creditors is being paid to someone else.
The question is: Has Les got a chick on the side?
The Carol Conundrum. Oh, pish! It's the blooming change again. Menopause. The sudden crying, the moodiness. Remember Newman gave Carol a one-episode menopause and that was it? Well, DTC is going one better. Not only has she survived cancer, had a double mastectomy and miraculously grown new breasts, I'll bet he's going to give her a proper menopause this time.
Mind you, she could be going bloody barmy, and that would be excusable too, because I would imagine her family take some hard going.
Whitney's virtually non existent, so regressed she's become in clinging onto Lee for her own existence. Sonia is unbearable at best, but today she was the only adult in the room. Liam the Lug and prissy Cindy? Pur-leeese. The sad thing about that set-up is that neither Jane nor Ian would dare to put Cindy, who is not a part of the Beale dynamic, in her sorry-arsed place for trashing the house like that, because Cindy is part and parcel of their dirty little secret.
Carol chooses to ignore the whole escapade of finding Liam bunking off to bunk down with the latest Walford mattress, who's, again, all too aware of the camera on her hair. She bunked off at Liam's age with his grandfather? When Carol was Liam's age, Bianca was a toddler, David was long gone and Carol was honing in on Gary, Robbie's dad. At sweet sixteen, Carol had been kissed a fair few times, just like Cindy.
Since she's adamant the cancer hasn't returned, my best guess is that the menopause has.
The High Point of the Night? Tamwar asking Nancy for a date that really wasn't a date, it was lunch. Is that right? Tamwar and Nancy? They were cute. What does that say about this episode?
Seriously.
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