No, I haven’t taken to the dark side; this is not some blog about wood or oak trees for that matter, no need to fret. I was on the hunt for something about Hollywood when I came across the British soap opera Hollyoaks and a Top Secret mission regarding the show.
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| From Hollywood to Hollyoaks |
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To tell the truth I haven’t watched a soap for at least three years, for I know they can be time consuming and life consuming: I MUST see the next episode to see if Ricardo will admit to Julienne that he had an affair with her best friend who was actually manipulating him for his money, influence and power. Wow just writing that brought back memories of my old soap watching days. Now my addictions seem to be based on getting my hands on the newest trends or receiving important data from real life dramas in the case of ‘Celebville’.
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However, I started to learn more about this Hollyoaks and I couldn’t believe my eyes or ears. ...
It had all kinds of dramas in it: hot footballers and scheming wags, teenage lesbians and lesbian teachers accidently crossing the lines, homeless buskers and bitchy teens. I know these things occur in the real world but when they are all condensed and boiled together in one big bubbling pot, it is explosive to watch. And the great thing of watching such a programme is that it makes one forget one’s own life dramas. I mean I have a fair bit of my own simmering: a hitched guy coming after me, the usual bad boys and the back-stabbing ‘friends’, so the thought of cheekily putting ones feet up and watching the dramas on the box is far more enjoyable. And even more enjoyable, watching it with those you have drama with, so that you all ideally forget the bickering between each other…Is that too much of a stretch of the imagination?
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| Oh the Drama! The Hollyoaks Loft is on Fire. ...The only Fire I have here is my stove heating up some Camomile Tea |
| Ok, so a soap can’t rid you of your own problems, but for that moment you can escape into another land. This is clearly the case for the Arts in general; a song can do wonders for your mood. Still soap operas are renowned for their addictive drama. |
I filled in one of my more outspoken guest Miss P bloggers, Miss Petunya (with a ‘Y’), on my new soap finding. Within just hours she was lusting after the Hollyoaks smouldering Brendan Brady, to the point that she nearly downloaded from the Hollyoaks website a free desktop wallpaper of him half naked for her pink Mac, but then when she clocked that he was gay, she began conveniently going after the wealthy Barney from a Country estate, all of whom I stress to her are not real-proof of the unpredictable and toxic power of soaps-the poor actors.
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| Brendan in the Bed. A Shot to Break a Girl's Heart! ... It's ok Miss Petunya it's not real!! |
That is the story behind ‘From Hollywood to Hollyoaks’. Well, I give in, ok, my sudden interest in the soap was aided by one Top Secret about the show. A Top Secret only a few handfuls of folk were let in on, and a Top Secret I can only reveal to you all in a few days… so stay tuned….
http://www.e4.com/hollyoaks/index.html
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