I fucking love
Neighbours. I can't stand
Eastenders at all, but I love
Hollyoaks and
Neighbours. I like my soaps trashy, unrealistic and chock full of melodrama. I like plane crash tragedies, people faking their own deaths, serial womanisers with one leg, and people missing presumed dead who turn up with memory loss working for the Salvation Army. I like ridiculous teenage drug addicts, late night specials where date rapists get impaled in abandoned fair grounds, schemeing evil wives, and closet gay priests. Who doesn't?
I also have a massive girl crush on Libby Kennedy. I grew up watching the Kennedy family, and my first boy crush was on young Billy. Remember when he asked everyone to call him Bill because it sounded more grown up? Heh, yeah. And my first girl crush? Libby. She's like the amazing older cousin you looked up to as a kid, who always seemed so clever and strong and beautiful and you could never be convinced otherwise, even when she was babysitting in her jogging bottoms and burning your dinner. Even now, I adore her. She can do no wrong.
JKRs
prequel-type thing was cool.
( Cut for spoilers )I also devoured
Supernatural: Origins, the graphic novel prequel that follows John Winchester's hunt for the thing that killed his wife.
( Cut for more spoilers! )ETA: And now I am going to do my ironing and watch the tennis and this makes me very happy indeed. Yay tennis!