I'm sure anyone who has read this blog knows that I take FC with a pinch of salt, and delight in the silliness and their aspirations to be Eastenders or Corrie. I never thought they'd stoop to American Soap Opera, I mean, they've touched on it, but never really got there.
Enter 2016/2017
Firstly, the kidnapping, in fairness, it's too long winded, too fat fetched and for fuck sake end already
But mostly, it's Dermot and the liver transplant. Anyone in Ireland who knows anyone on a transplant list, been on a transplant list, or had a brain for 5 minutes should realise that this is NOT how things work. Dermot is only sick about 5 minutes. I have no doubt that there are certain cancers for which transplants are the fix, I'm no medical expert obvs, but I can see that that might have certain truth.
However, I really REALLY disagree with a nurse just wandering in "They have a liver, it's a match, you'll be heading soon, huzzah". It's not that easy. There are false alarms, near misses, waiting, tests, etc etc. They're not going to fucking show the whole thing - but at least the similar story in Eastenders deals with that.
It's so damn lazy! They wanted to give Dermotsch the bif dramatic storyline, but couldn't actually deal with killing him off. It was done in such a rush job they might as well have sent him to a fucking faith healer.
Seriously, they almost killed a central character off (who wasn't ALREADY DEAD) and he received a miraculous liver transplant. Why am I even surprised........
Next step - someone back from the dead! Or Barry gets released from prison. I'd actually really like that......
AND, while this is going on, they always have the good old bug issue sideline story - this time its.....
CORRUPTION IN DRIVING INSTRUCTORS!! Big issues there lads. A couple of lines over Christmas about the homeless (which was overshadowed by Kerry-Anne's ridiculousness anyway) but a multiple day storyline about the RSA logbooks, something which has been part of getting a licence in Ireland for over 4 years.........
As part of getting a driving licence in Ireland, you have to complete 12 driving lessons (Farcical! Money Rackett! Blah! Complaint! I love to complain! Fuck trying to improve road safety, it's the government trying to swindle us! Grrrr Arrrg!!!)
Robbie's Mam is learning to drive, Ray is teaching her. She's trying to get him to sign her log bog to say she's done the 12 lessons, KerryAnne looks on all wide eyed and disgusted, and I laugh at the fucking ridiculousness of it all....... Of there'll be a moral of the story here.
