OldSkool!Bill
Ahahaha, this is such a GIP. I have others, too.
AND WHY. Because I miss the old days ;_;
With the arrival of stupid icky Gabriel Kent, I have officially given up all hope for The Bill. This is a sad day. Well, actually, the sad day was last Tuesday, when I actually did the giving up.
I cannot remember a time when I did not watch The Bill. I have grown up on The Bill. It has been a constant in my life. In an uncertain world, it was a unchangeable fact. The sun will rise in the morning, and I will watch The Bill on Tuesday and Saturday.
I can't remember anything clearly from before '97, when I had a crush on Rod Skase (ahahaha, shut up), but I know that was after I had been watching it for ages. I can remember watching it when I was younger than that, but not what was happening. I remember sitting on mum's knee and watching it. I remember not being able to stay awake through the whole hour and falling asleep on the couch. I remember having a mattress in the lounge room that i think was left over from a sleep over sometime, but which i liked so much it became a permanent fixture, and watching The Bill on said mattress. I think that was when I was six or seven. I remember Mum telling me that it looked like a "bad" episode that night, which I always took to mean quality, but years later realised meant content. I remember being absolutely APPALLED when the storyline came up about Luke getting a girl pregnant because I thought he was too ickle for sex :)) I remember being totally cut when Rod left, and nearly crying because, oh god, that ending? and the boats, and the kid and omg it was such a sad episode. and the postcard. i nearly cried. i think i did, actually. I remember "movie length" episodes, that only went for another ten minutes!
Actually, wait. My earliest memory of all would be playing with my paper dolls behind the couch while Mum watched The Bill. That must have been... God, '93? '94?
With so many memories attached to it, life without The Bill was utterly inconceivable.
But no more! Thanks to Gabriel, it's all over. How did we ever go from John and Rod and Tom to Gabriel and Cathy and Sam Nixon? It breaks my heart. It really does. It has gone downhill so far, so quickly. Well, maybe not even all that quickly. It started with bloody Dave Quinnan, didn't it? It's all his fault. He set the ball rolling for all the torrid romances to come. That was in 2000. By 2004, the level we have sunk to is utterly appalling.
And to think! I considered losing hope when Jim became an alcoholic! If only I had known what lay ahead, I would have clung to those episodes as though they were worth their weight in gold.
1999/2000. That was the peak. Just the right amount of soap. Consistent characterization. Even more amazing, LIKEABLE characters. Believable plots. No sprawling storylines. Well. Overlooking Jim and Dave.
What I don't understand is the WHY. WHY did we have to go from these near-perfect episodes to the trash that's on now? I miss the old characters. Even more, I miss the old characters who they try to tell us are still here. But when was the last time June acted even slightly in character?
They don't even bother to follow through the epic storylines they create these days. They cut them short with an unsatisfactory ending, if any at all. Whatever happened to the connection between Des and Chandler? I could be wrong, but I don't remember it ever being followed through. Oh, God, Des. I could write a whole page about Des' inconsistencies. Totally forgotten the firebomb, haven't we?
Maybe one day Hell will unfreeze and Sun Hill will actually get back to nicking villains. But until that day, I'm watching E.R. and pretending the show ended after Don Beech left. (With, you know, a couple of
exceptions...Ben, Gary, the Craig/Luke)
My apologies for the melodramatic tone. I just like melodrama, that's all.
AND WHY. Because I miss the old days ;_;
With the arrival of stupid icky Gabriel Kent, I have officially given up all hope for The Bill. This is a sad day. Well, actually, the sad day was last Tuesday, when I actually did the giving up.
I cannot remember a time when I did not watch The Bill. I have grown up on The Bill. It has been a constant in my life. In an uncertain world, it was a unchangeable fact. The sun will rise in the morning, and I will watch The Bill on Tuesday and Saturday.
I can't remember anything clearly from before '97, when I had a crush on Rod Skase (ahahaha, shut up), but I know that was after I had been watching it for ages. I can remember watching it when I was younger than that, but not what was happening. I remember sitting on mum's knee and watching it. I remember not being able to stay awake through the whole hour and falling asleep on the couch. I remember having a mattress in the lounge room that i think was left over from a sleep over sometime, but which i liked so much it became a permanent fixture, and watching The Bill on said mattress. I think that was when I was six or seven. I remember Mum telling me that it looked like a "bad" episode that night, which I always took to mean quality, but years later realised meant content. I remember being absolutely APPALLED when the storyline came up about Luke getting a girl pregnant because I thought he was too ickle for sex :)) I remember being totally cut when Rod left, and nearly crying because, oh god, that ending? and the boats, and the kid and omg it was such a sad episode. and the postcard. i nearly cried. i think i did, actually. I remember "movie length" episodes, that only went for another ten minutes!
Actually, wait. My earliest memory of all would be playing with my paper dolls behind the couch while Mum watched The Bill. That must have been... God, '93? '94?
With so many memories attached to it, life without The Bill was utterly inconceivable.
But no more! Thanks to Gabriel, it's all over. How did we ever go from John and Rod and Tom to Gabriel and Cathy and Sam Nixon? It breaks my heart. It really does. It has gone downhill so far, so quickly. Well, maybe not even all that quickly. It started with bloody Dave Quinnan, didn't it? It's all his fault. He set the ball rolling for all the torrid romances to come. That was in 2000. By 2004, the level we have sunk to is utterly appalling.
And to think! I considered losing hope when Jim became an alcoholic! If only I had known what lay ahead, I would have clung to those episodes as though they were worth their weight in gold.
1999/2000. That was the peak. Just the right amount of soap. Consistent characterization. Even more amazing, LIKEABLE characters. Believable plots. No sprawling storylines. Well. Overlooking Jim and Dave.
What I don't understand is the WHY. WHY did we have to go from these near-perfect episodes to the trash that's on now? I miss the old characters. Even more, I miss the old characters who they try to tell us are still here. But when was the last time June acted even slightly in character?
They don't even bother to follow through the epic storylines they create these days. They cut them short with an unsatisfactory ending, if any at all. Whatever happened to the connection between Des and Chandler? I could be wrong, but I don't remember it ever being followed through. Oh, God, Des. I could write a whole page about Des' inconsistencies. Totally forgotten the firebomb, haven't we?
Maybe one day Hell will unfreeze and Sun Hill will actually get back to nicking villains. But until that day, I'm watching E.R. and pretending the show ended after Don Beech left. (With, you know, a couple of
exceptions...Ben, Gary, the Craig/Luke)
My apologies for the melodramatic tone. I just like melodrama, that's all.