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Guess who's back?
Paul is back!
I have to admit when I heard way back in August that Paul (or Pól in Irish) Robinson was returning to neighbours, I did kinda let out a bit of "yeeha". The reason for this is a long and twisted tale, but I'll summerise.
Anto is little, obsessed with tv and in love with the local car mechanic that is charlene ramsay. Now obviously not knowing back then that I was a gayer, being in love with a gener confused tom girl was alright, so I won't appoligise for it. I also had a thing for Scott Robinson (the second one) but only because I felt it was pretty ace (see... we're in the 80's don't ya know) that he got to canoodle with charlene. Anyway long story short I've watched neighbours since it started, and to be honest have pretty much grown up with neighbours guilt because I stopped watching everyday from about 1994 onwards (though for a breif period in 1998 I did tune in again). When Helen died, well a part of me died. God love the woman, been through so much and having to hold that awful shit of a child's hand (Hannah Martin, who now works as receptionist for warner music in london) and just as it couldn't get worse, she dies. So yeah, total neighboursite. Though I rarely watched I kept up to date. Always knew what was happening thanks to the web and tuned in on occasion (mainly special episodes, season final's and the usual deaths, departures and arrivals).
And then, 2004 happened.
My god folks, I thought I'd outgrown the neighbours thing. But 2004 it turned into this little sex pot of a show that was daring, exciting, funny and fucking ace to watch. And then around August this buzz starts that "ohhhh paul robinson is coming back" and next thing you know, christmas comes in oz, Lassiters goes KABOOM and Paul is standing there for no reason but to look shifty. Total genius. Show has completely reinvented itself and it's exciting. But the best is yet to come.
The whole point if this long post is that in 2005, on March 15th (I think) Neighbours, TURNS 20. And instead of doing just like one week celebrations, the whole fucking year is being known as the 20th anniversary year, and they're only promising like a whole rake of old characters to come back. So basically I've been silently sex weeing myself since I read this in december. The one thing I've harped on and on and ON about with Neighbours was its complete and utter rejection of it's past, yet now it's embracing it in a big "god damn it I love you past" hug. Skye Mangal is back, Des' son Jamie was back, and now Paul.
As you know it's not often I dedicate an entire post to a tv show, really it was only Popular that got this treatment before. But fuck people, wake up and smell your neighbours underwear. Things on ramsay street rock.
anto.
ps. sometimes it hurts being this gay :(
pps. I hope they bring back marlene.
ppps. or helen, maybe just someone who dresses in helens old clothes and carries her bones around going "i'm helen daniels WEH WEH WEHHHHHHHHH".