Watching EE is becoming a matter of trying to maintain the will to live.
Even by soap standards, the storylines are just more and more ludicrous - the notion that anyone can have any sort of secret in such an incestuous environment is a total joke.
I always think that hallmark of a bad piece of drama is if you realluy can't be bothered about any of the characters involved. Not loving, or hating, just really couldn't care less. That's the state I have reached with EE.
That ricidulous 'doctor' who hyperventliates over her terminally dull philandering husband who has snared a woman gorgeous enough to have a queue forming if she snaps her fingers.
What the hell does Bradley's dad do - apart from be rude, dense, evasive, and slightly moist - hardly attractiive qualities for a young woman like Stacey - but given the choice betwen him and his vapid mumbling nonentity 'city type' (right!) or a son, and maybe he is the better bet.
I could go on all day .... but like I said, I really can't be bothered ....