Having just read the news that a fire had broken out on the EastEnder set, (“Fire on set of soap”, Borehamwood Times, February 22), I for one — and thousands of others probably — hoped that it might disappear all together in a cloud of smoke. We seemed to have non-ending advertising in the media asking us who had killed the Beale girl, which I object to.

It was rather obvious that those on five-figure sum contracts wouldn’t be going, so they brought on a child to be the culprit — not a good idea for most school children who are probably addicted to the programme.

Who thought that one up? This depressing soap has run its course.

Murder, pregnancies, affairs and the hospital near-death episodes they all seem to arise from, plus shotgun blooded weddings that never make it to the altar and constant shouting at each other fills the space in this soap.

And has anyone noticed, nobody ever seems to work apart from old Dot Cotton, who must have packed up the launderette by now.

The only time this lot cheer up is when they go home and see how their bank balance has grown after depressing the majority of the public.

Please put it to rest in the long grass and save us, the licence payer, having to have it no doubt rise in the coming years.

Give me the Archers on the radio any day — a carefully thought-out series where we love the people in them and realise life is not so bad after all and sometimes it has happy endings.

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