it's about time...

it's about time for a lot of things... like me posting for starters. it's certainly been an age since, that i've probably grown a couple of inches and sprouted some grey hairs, more grey hairs shall i say- i have a 'tuft' of the shitters underneath my thankfully heavy fringe which in the wind pops out and says an uninvited embarrassing hello to the world. my hair saga continues.

what's really been a long time coming though and so far the highlight of my week... the long and overdue axing (fingers crossed it's a bloody, gruesome brutal one) of eastenders finest devil spawn, ben mitchell. now i know he is merely a fictional character but it is moreso his really irritating and annoying face, facial expressions, voice, generally him as an unfortunate being that has me raving 'ding dong the wicked brat is dead'. this is the best bit though, the character itself isn't being ditched...just the actor. how JOKES is that?! blatently the producers are thinking EXACTLY the same as me and has taken them a stupid amount of time to realise how SHIT he is at acting. not to mention they probably feel really guilty now after making ben prance around the living room in a makeshift lady gaga outfit made from tinfoil in front of his staunchly homophobic dad phil while the audience looks on fully cringing.

now i don't condone violence but i did grin from ear to ear when ben finally got a clout from his dad after being a little monster to yes, his just as irritatingly bad acting little sis. and yep it's only a soap, but you have to get your kicks from a few storylines (defs NOT the one involving pat, peggy and the creepy perve harvey who recently suggested a cheeky threesome. christ) but you know what i'm saying?


now to find a way of killing off fatboy/ fatz/ whatver. it makes my skin crawl everytime i hear him say 'braaav' 'babygirl' and 'two two's'. who does he think he is?! can you imagine him even holding a conversation with easties veteran dot cotton? i don't think she could manage raising her eyebrows any higher during her "oooh i saaaaay" look that is constantly slapped all over her mush. saying that though, she probably does need an update from the latest urban dictionary as i swear she still speaks about shillings and the plague.

regardless, prattboy needs to GO asap, preferably by getting runover by his own van, saying his last dying words in full clad rocawear and adidas shelltoes. que the douf douf.