My position on Tracy hasn’t changed: She killed a person in cold blood and, in the end, got away with it. Had it been self-defense or manslaughter, I could handle that. But she planned it, carried it out, and admitted it to her mother. And for that, she’s rewarded.
But damn, if the show didn’t go and make me like her for about five seconds last week when she and Sylvia were savouring the epistolary delights of Becky’s correspondence from Crete:
“…only Chalky and me ain’t been gettin’ much sleep on account of the all the bangin’ nightclubs what are everywhere.”
“I’ve written shopping lists that are Shakespearean sonnets compared to that,” Sylvia remarks.
Good on Audrey for sticking up for Marcia/Marc like that.
Brian and I are in the same boat: Reading ABC books to children and making sure we add, “Of course, in this country, we say ‘zed’.” Tell that to me three year old, Brian.
Was Tommy Duckworth wearing a Liam Gallagher t-shirt?
Dennis is such a great addition to the senior cast that it seems like he was there all along. And I’m glad Sylvia warmed up to him.
In the end, Gary didn’t turn into Charlie Stubbs but he did manage to scare the life out of Izzy. I’m glad to see Anna and Faye helping him out through his latest bout of mental illness.
And what in the world did London do to Amber?