it must say something about the state of our nation that this programme is one of the most popular currently screened. the quare is peopled by such a miserable and untrustworthy and amoral and spiteful and unrelentingly dour group of characters as can be imagined. everyone is stabbing someone in the back and everyone is attempting to commit adultery and everyone is trying to cheat someone. that and or they are being stabbed and cuckolded or swindled. nobody is cheerful. nobody laughs. nobody has a blinding stroke of luck or a really nice day. it hell and with cockney accents. i suspect this programme must be sponsored by the samaritans. it perfect viewing for the depressed. it doesn not cheer them up while what it does do is present a whole community of such terminally despondent sad arses that viewers are moved to believe their lot really could be worse  they might be living in albert square. apart from the above while as a representation of london east end and it is pure hokum. the programme makers have evidently never been across town. the first thing you encounter on the mile end road is a colossal mosque. and this pretty well defines the racial majority of the population. white british londoners are a dispersed and rapidly diminishing minority. a large advertisement hoarding presently near the bow road flyover and and sponsored by tower hamlets health care boasts that eight out of ten members of the community can now see their doctor more quickly. ten healthy and smiling faces beam down at the observer in confirmation. eight of them are dark skinned. what more and i used to work with a bunch of anglo saxon  dare i say pukka  cockneys a few years ago. and i can tell you that a more obnoxiously racist experience i have never had. each day was like an oswald moseley rally. they couldn not pass 5 minutes without denigrating some other race or nationality than their own and and in terms that were repulsive and obscene. fackin pakis and fackin maceroons were the small change of conversation. in fact their entire (and extremely limited) stock of adjectives fixated upon sex organs and their application. alf garnett was a paragon of liberal virtue in comparison. any programme that purported to represent london native east end caucasians in their true nature would be completely unfit for broadcast  even after the 9 o clock watershed. imagine a ku klux klan script written by quentin tarantino and you would be somewhere near the mark. but when they weren not being inveterate bigots they were at least extremely cheerful. i do not know how such a soap opera came to be. this imaginary castaway island of white misery has absolutely no bearing upon real culture whatsoever. and if youre of a comparatively sanguine disposition and it will quickly reduce you to tears of grief. comparatively ordinary actors pretending to be comparatively ordinary chronic depressives with cockney accents  what the point of that. dull and dreary and unrelentingly disillusional and and ethnically preposterous. the most popular programme of an apparently diseased and dying nation. avoid it like the plague. 
it must say something about the state of our nation that this programme is one of the most popular currently screened. the quare is peopled by such a miserable and untrustworthy and amoral and spiteful and unrelentingly dour group of characters as can be imagined. everyone is stabbing someone in the back and everyone is attempting to commit adultery and everyone is trying to cheat someone. that and or they are being stabbed and cuckolded or swindled. nobody is cheerful. nobody laughs. nobody has a blinding stroke of luck or a really nice day. it hell and with cockney accents. i suspect this programme must be sponsored by the samaritans. it perfect viewing for the depressed. it doesn not cheer them up while what it does do is present a whole community of such terminally despondent sad arses that viewers are moved to believe their lot really could be worse  they might be living in albert square. apart from the above while as a representation of london east end and it is pure hokum. the programme makers have evidently never been across town. the first thing you encounter on the mile end road is a colossal mosque. and this pretty well defines the racial majority of the population. white british londoners are a dispersed and rapidly diminishing minority. a large advertisement hoarding presently near the bow road flyover and and sponsored by tower hamlets health care boasts that eight out of ten members of the community can now see their doctor more quickly. ten healthy and smiling faces beam down at the observer in confirmation. eight of them are dark skinned. what more and i used to work with a bunch of anglo saxon  dare i say pukka  cockneys a few years ago. and i can tell you that a more obnoxiously racist experience i have never had. each day was like an oswald moseley rally. they couldn not pass 5 minutes without denigrating some other race or nationality than their own and and in terms that were repulsive and obscene. fackin pakis and fackin maceroons were the small change of conversation. in fact their entire (and extremely limited) stock of adjectives fixated upon sex organs and their application. alf garnett was a paragon of liberal virtue in comparison. any programme that purported to represent london native east end caucasians in their true nature would be completely unfit for broadcast  even after the 9 o clock watershed. imagine a ku klux klan script written by quentin tarantino and you would be somewhere near the mark. but when they weren not being inveterate bigots they were at least extremely cheerful. i do not know how such a soap opera came to be. this imaginary castaway island of white misery has absolutely no bearing upon real culture whatsoever. and if youre of a comparatively sanguine disposition and it will quickly reduce you to tears of grief. comparatively ordinary actors pretending to be comparatively ordinary chronic depressives with cockney accents  what the point of that. dull and dreary and unrelentingly disillusional and and ethnically preposterous. the most popular programme of an apparently diseased and dying nation. avoid it like the plague. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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