Today it's the 25th anniversary of sloppy speaking, dropped H sounds, estuary English and frankly, general TV dross (in my opinion) .
Eastenders is 25 years old, so it's all that Riccckkkkkky and Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat nonsense all over the TV.
Enjoy it if it's your bag, but it's certainly not for me!
Actually when Eastenders was about three years into its run, a schoolmate and I spotted some woman who was on it every week and asked her for her autograph near our school, which she was only to happy to pass on. We were 14 and she was quite a honey, as I recall.
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