You Say "Tragic." I Prefer "Enthusiastic."

I’m feeling sad.

I walk around the house with a feeling of helplessness. I don’t know what I’m doing – I find myself holding random things I have no memory of picking up. Where there used to be happy memories are now sad reminders of better days. Everything has lost its sparkle.

Tonight is Wednesday night.

And Waterloo Road will not be on the telly.

I only discovered this show a few weeks ago, and quickly got into it. It fills a void left by The Bill being axed – oh go on, laugh… I know it was sheer quality. But as the credits rolled last Wednesday night, a voiceover casually announced that was the last episode of the season. Just like that. No British “I’m every so sorry” or “excuse me, I hope I’m not being a nuisance.” None of that. Just “show’s over, move on.”


I’ll miss Sian’s boring beige suits and bad choices – I mean, Michael, seriously? I’ll miss Michael telling everyone education is why he is so wonderful, as though people thought it was his winning personality. I’ll miss Grantly Budgen. Is that the best name ever? And is his character based on Eeyore? I’ll bet you it was. I’ll miss Jez because he was in The Bill and now we get to see him wear only polyester sportswear. I’ll miss crazy Linda’s coloured belts… they really do make an outfit. I’ll miss the big hoop earrings. I’ll miss the school band.

I will miss Waterloo Road.


Last week, Michael turned Linda down (again!) so she did the obvious thing and ran him down in her car. Sian, who had been bonking Michael, begged Jez for forgiveness. I had been rooting (look!! I used the word “rooting” in a non-sexual context!) for Jez. What I didn’t realise was in the episodes I had missed, he had left his wife for Sian. So he’s hardly an angel. But he was in The Bill.

Ooh look at that.  I used the same joke twice.

If you’re not familiar with the show, and poor you, it’s set in a school. Now I don’t know about where you went to school, but mine was nowhere near as eventful. A scandal was a prefect’s socks not pulled up, and believe me, that day was massive. Come to think of it there was a time when a drama teacher was fired on the spot, according to him anyway.

Top Tip! Don’t tell your boss she has ovaries of steel.

So tonight I have two choices. I could sit, dribbling, in a dark room, scratching myself and rocking backwards and forwards. Or I could pick myself up, dust myself off and get a life.

Or I could just watch reruns of The Bill.

This November, I’m writing one post every day as part of NaBloPoMo.

NaBloPoMo 2011

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