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Confessions of a Hollyoaks addict
I am not the best at being a proper girl. I am rubbish with fake tan, I don't like teen movies, or things about animals, and I have used the same shade of grey eye shadow since I was 15. But when it comes to TV soaps, and more specifically, beefing my eyes out to ridiculous pathos-ridden storylines, I more than make up for it.
And as a lifelong EastEnders fan, there have been more than ample opportunities for me to shed a tear. My Dad used to say it was the reason the UK had such a problem with depression (though he always taped it – allegedly for me my Mum....) and to my brother, ever one to embrace the culture of another part of England, it is simply 'winging cockneys'.
Now, much like Peggy and her beloved "faaaaamily", I will not hear a bad word said about the UK's finest Walford-based soap opera, but will concede that the men of my family do kind of have a point, which is where Hollyoaks comes in.
Knowing full well that EastEnders can be a little bleak (and, at the time, populated with a whole lot of ugly), I was excited when in 1995 Hollyoaks first hit our tea-time screens. It was all perky and young, full of models-turned-actors wearing fruit of the loom, and the soap antidote to EastEnders' unrelenting misery.
For around a year Hollyoaks stayed true to creator Phil Redmond's initial ethos: that soaps don't need to be all about sex and death (yeah, right). The story lines were (at least compared to the Holy Trinity of the time – Enders, Corrie and Brookie), rather light-hearted and often even silly. As it only aired once a week in those days, the story lines were often just one episode long, and involved some kind of cheeky mix up with 'hilarious' consequences.
And as a lifelong EastEnders fan, there have been more than ample opportunities for me to shed a tear. My Dad used to say it was the reason the UK had such a problem with depression (though he always taped it – allegedly for me my Mum....) and to my brother, ever one to embrace the culture of another part of England, it is simply 'winging cockneys'.
Now, much like Peggy and her beloved "faaaaamily", I will not hear a bad word said about the UK's finest Walford-based soap opera, but will concede that the men of my family do kind of have a point, which is where Hollyoaks comes in.
Knowing full well that EastEnders can be a little bleak (and, at the time, populated with a whole lot of ugly), I was excited when in 1995 Hollyoaks first hit our tea-time screens. It was all perky and young, full of models-turned-actors wearing fruit of the loom, and the soap antidote to EastEnders' unrelenting misery.
For around a year Hollyoaks stayed true to creator Phil Redmond's initial ethos: that soaps don't need to be all about sex and death (yeah, right). The story lines were (at least compared to the Holy Trinity of the time – Enders, Corrie and Brookie), rather light-hearted and often even silly. As it only aired once a week in those days, the story lines were often just one episode long, and involved some kind of cheeky mix up with 'hilarious' consequences.
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