Emmak2005
18-07-2005, 02:51
Ohmegod! We knew it was imminent. Ever since Johnny Allen arrived on the Square and exposed a history between him at Pat, there has been a tension between the pair that looked as if it might blossom into something more. Sure enough, on Thursday, at her 21st birthday party . . . That's right . . . This will need some explaining. Okay. We learn that, years ago (many, many, to be precise), Pat missed her 21st all because of Johnny, who called on her to look after one of his girls (so I guess he was some kind of pimp back then) who had had a backstreet abortion. Move on Pat, you might want to cry. But no. Pauline enlists the support of Yolande and Patrick to organise the surprise 2005 party, and Johnny takes this opportunity to confess that he sometimes wonders what might of happened between him and Pat, had she not been working for him. Then he gives her a birthday kiss and offers to pay for her drinks.
Personally, I don't think we should buy it. There is no way Johnny sits at home of an evening with the gorgeous Tina, pondering the life he could have had with Pat. He is far more likely to be sitting there foaming cartoon sweat and thinking, 'There but for the grace of God . . .' in the knowledge that he is one of the few men who escaped her clutches.
The same characters continue to occupy centre stage, which is a shame, because there is so much opportunity for humour among others. The brilliant Ricky Groves and Cliff Parisi continue to be shamefully underused as Garry & Minty, as the Alfie/Kat/Mo and Chrissie/Sharon/Dennis sagas eat up the airtime.
A couple of weeks ago Little Mo received some flowers that she thought were from Alfie, but turned out to be from Billy; on Monday Alfie finds a card in his bag, which he thinks is from Little Mo, but is, in fact, from Kat. Then he thinks a newspaper hoarding about love is the work of Little Mo; ditto a text he receives. Look: it will always be Kat. Little Mo is not only incapable of saying boo to a goose; she couldn't say hi to a jar of foie gras at the supermarket. Nevertheless, on Thursday Alfie finds himself in the difficult position of having to date both sisters (I don't know what he can't just give one of them up instead of having both at once), a situation that on Friday he is already having problems trying to handle. At least he doesn't have to kiss Pat! No offence meant to Pam St Clement ofcourse, referring to her character only.
Personally, I don't think we should buy it. There is no way Johnny sits at home of an evening with the gorgeous Tina, pondering the life he could have had with Pat. He is far more likely to be sitting there foaming cartoon sweat and thinking, 'There but for the grace of God . . .' in the knowledge that he is one of the few men who escaped her clutches.
The same characters continue to occupy centre stage, which is a shame, because there is so much opportunity for humour among others. The brilliant Ricky Groves and Cliff Parisi continue to be shamefully underused as Garry & Minty, as the Alfie/Kat/Mo and Chrissie/Sharon/Dennis sagas eat up the airtime.
A couple of weeks ago Little Mo received some flowers that she thought were from Alfie, but turned out to be from Billy; on Monday Alfie finds a card in his bag, which he thinks is from Little Mo, but is, in fact, from Kat. Then he thinks a newspaper hoarding about love is the work of Little Mo; ditto a text he receives. Look: it will always be Kat. Little Mo is not only incapable of saying boo to a goose; she couldn't say hi to a jar of foie gras at the supermarket. Nevertheless, on Thursday Alfie finds himself in the difficult position of having to date both sisters (I don't know what he can't just give one of them up instead of having both at once), a situation that on Friday he is already having problems trying to handle. At least he doesn't have to kiss Pat! No offence meant to Pam St Clement ofcourse, referring to her character only.