Now, I’ll admit, I was late to the party on this one. But I have a very good reason.
I started working at the Legion in 2009. People who knew me in those days will remember that I was quietly spoken, never swore, was relatively neat and wouldn’t say boo to a goose.
And then, obviously, I blossomed.
My language became more colourful and expansive. My voice is still deep, occasionally soft, but more husky than anything else. Neat is for dental hygienists, and I haven’t seen a goose in years. I don’t know what I might say to one, should I run into a goose.
Anyway, getting back to the Legion. When I was new, I didn’t drink much but, one thing and another, life and such, I got quite good at drinking. I was at the Legion whether I was working or not. We’ll push past my drinking because this is positive, and it’s under control now, I promise.
In the early days, the fellas at the Legion came up to escape the television. The wife would have her soaps, and the living room was hers alone from around 7.30-9pm. The chaps came up for a drink, a chat, a little reminiscing. They were happy with the radio, but not TV. So, for five years of patchy sobriety, I missed a lot of telly. And when Aimée moved in and I took control of most of my life, I wasn’t in the habit of teatime telly, so I remained somewhat bereft.
I missed some killer storylines in EastEnders and worse, I missed the inception of Bernie and Serena (Berena).
So, you’ve got Catherine Russell, who’s father in real life was Mr. Rumbold, and Jemma Redgrave, who’s a Redgrave, as a couple on Holby City and I wasn’t told this because…? Yeah, I don’t know either.
Thank God for YouTube because otherwise I’d have to use my imagination.
As TV lesbian couples go, they’re totally adorable. Whack them on the list of Happy Things, methinks.