On walking into work, for the first time since 1989 I asked: “did you watch Eastenders last night?” There was that will they? Won’t they? air of anticipation for a full 30-minutes while we watched, eyes wide open like sick puppies. This is Pot Noodle telly at its freakiest... so bad, it's good!

Sonia has shacked up with best friend Naomi after declaring her love and dumping off her husband Martin Faaawler. The reason why we were glued was not because of the gripping storyline but instead because of the horrific script, and the shock that The Beeb had gone too far this time. The storyline was so dire it was cringe-worthily gripping.

No one wants to see Sonia having it off with a bird, not straight blokes, nor gay women… nobody, but yet we were compelled! It was like watching those Japanese endurance competitions with a wince, not knowing what scary development would happen next. The script writers have succeeded in one thing, Eastenders was being talked about again.

Although the BBC are not going to get away with this type of  toilet TV too often, which begs the question: Why does America get the L-Word and all we get is a cockney Son doing it on a dodgy East London couch? It was so out of place that I wouldn't be shocked if the next episode we see randy Mo and Pat hosting a fetish party… can’t wait!