Admit it, you are a closet hand-held gamer while the missus watches Eastenders, but it's like a fecking VIRUS, you can't avoid soaking up the crap dialogue, rubbish characters, or the odd whiff of sapphic action from that fat munter with the face like Celine Dion in a microwave...
Anyhoo, the old boot Pauline Fowler's about to give it all up. So here's your chance as a would-be scriptwriter. How would you write her out of Eastenders for the big Christmas finale episode?
Me :
I'd have her get bombed off her face on ant powder, "Naked Lunch" style and then go on a massive rampage with a variety of automatic weapons, before succumbing to armed police, and taking a swan dive off the ever present scaffolding that seems to festoon the railway bridge.
Over to you. Let's give the hatchet faced old bat the send off she richly deserves.
Peej
Anyhoo, the old boot Pauline Fowler's about to give it all up. So here's your chance as a would-be scriptwriter. How would you write her out of Eastenders for the big Christmas finale episode?
Me :
I'd have her get bombed off her face on ant powder, "Naked Lunch" style and then go on a massive rampage with a variety of automatic weapons, before succumbing to armed police, and taking a swan dive off the ever present scaffolding that seems to festoon the railway bridge.
Over to you. Let's give the hatchet faced old bat the send off she richly deserves.
Peej

