EastEnders deserves to fail – it’s a woke parallel universe which preaches to viewers & patronises the working-class

IT’S taken them a hell of a long time, but EastEnders viewers finally seem to have had enough of the soap’s never-ending mix of death, disease and long-lost relatives.

And it’s not hard to see why.

For the first two decades of this century Islamist terrorists murdered Londoners at will, while EastEnders, a show which prides itself on reflecting “real life,” sat on its hands, looked the other way and did nothing.

It didn’t fit the woke narrative, you see, so as painfully real as the outrages were they couldn’t possibly be acknowledged by a drama that had pitched itself to the left of the political centre ever since it started in 1985.

Then, at Christmas, something really odd happened. The soap suddenly acknowledged the existence of a threat.

But guess what? It came via Aaron Monroe and a right-wing terrorist cell who tried and failed to blow up the new mosque.

What looked like the most perverse twist of truth imaginable to the vast bulk of the viewers, though, would just seem perfectly normal to the BBC’s middle-class echo chamber who have been churning out this parallel universe material for nearly 40 years, as they sincerely seem to believe Britain’s working class need to be shown the error of their prejudiced and psychopathic ways.

As a result, Walford may look and sound vaguely like London but it’s a place where no one talks about football, buys a tabloid or is allowed to have any fun or ambition and all men, without exception, are either weak or total bs.

EastEnders could get away with this bizarre and unhealthy version of reality while it seemed out of step with other shows, but almost everything on television, in 2022, from Around The World In 80 Days to Football Focus, now has exactly the same self-righteous and preachy tone.

The whole television world has gone woke and there is nothing different or daring about EastEnders.

So, with ITV’s soaps sensing blood and actors like Danny Dyer jumping ship, it urgently needs to adapt to survive.

The simple solution would be to stop patronising and alienating the show’s core viewers and introduce some strong new characters with big storylines.

Then maybe, if it’s feeling really adventurous, it could start experimenting with football conversations, washing machines, ambition, exotic holidays, laughter, patriotism and all those other innocent pleasures that can help make real life worthwhile.

Old habits die hard after 40 years, though. EastEnders takes itself incredibly seriously and I sense it enjoys telling off the nation far too much to perform such a spectacular 180-degree turn.

So it’ll just keep juggling the same half-dozen miserable storylines, dreaming up new slogans and sermonising about sexism and racism until there’s only me and a couple of corpses in Islington who are still tuned into the damn thing.

Then and only then can I finally go: “Click.”

I can’t wait.