Todays gathering of douchebags wasn't a landmark episode but featured classic neighbours touches - moments that reward in a day of relative mediocracy. We shall see these in due course.
There seemed to be just two bones of contention today. One - would Libby (fat shoulders) get over herself and cave for the new Head of Erinsborough High, who seems to be equally stubborn. He is repeatedly incensed by her as she him. I have no recollection of his name but he is palling up with Lucas - a pairing which ensures that the web of lies and deceit around Dan and the Stoad baby further suffocates past, present and future relationships on the street. If Callum and Sophie get away without being found, bound and drowned with the placenta on the floor of the Ramsey's swimming pool it will be a miracle, such is the tangle of this messy mess.
Two - the daughter (Tasha/Natasha) of the new Head whose name I can't remember is edging to international modeling success thanks to the new face of Lassiters campaign that she has secured, having bribed Paul on the back of securing him the school's catering contract. I don't need to spell out the script finesse of this business mismatch. A fine example of the self knowing that we value in this special soap opera. However Paul has had to pull the campaign because its too expensive (what?) and he is on the brink of turning into Demi Moore in that film where she has to sleep with the rich guy to get a million dollars for her and Woody Harrelson. The woman from New York (Lydia?) is now bribing him for sex; does she realise that this figure of success has a wooden leg? Will they make him kick it off again in a tempestuous love scene? It doesn't bear thinking about. Let's hope that no one walks in on them....oh they do... Tasha is fuming at the absence of posters and flyers in the Lassiters complex featuring her well covered face (they say the camera adds 10lbs) - 'nobody does this to Natasha whatever her name is' - third person and more self knowing. Andrew the scottish fop and Natasha's beef, has been sent in by Paul to smooth this over because he 'doesn't need this flaring up' while the NY bird is in town. Again, such concern from someone flying the flag of an international group of hotels over a school girls vegemite fuelled threats...it's joyous. Sadly Andrew and his twisted up accent have failed (again) and the couple are no longer. She submits her status on facebook and the deed is done. It's a weighty reference. Unfortunately they are clearly still hot for each other so this will burn on for a couple more years - thank god for our commitment.
Back to Libby and her issues. Charlie's bar is the scene of a teacher's dinner, organised to celebrate Kate's decision to become a teacher (er, wasn't she just a waitress and wannabe dancer). Now a fully fledged member of the Australian NUT she and Lucas, who is also a teacher (what? - mechanics or photography who knows) have decided that Head and Libby need to get along. This follows a painful minute of filming where a staff meeting was called to discuss whether the teachers should be called by their first names. Stiff Libby thought that this would lead to dissin' and so on but Head thought that it was a great way to encourage communication and progress. The scene is set for two 'loggerheads' at it, over at the pergoda on the lake. The teachers at the meeting numbered 6. They voted in favour of the familiar greeting so Libby is seriously naffed off now. Uncomfortable moment - the non-speaking part teacher who had to intimate silently that Libby should come along to the 'Kate's-become-a-teacher' dinner. Well done. You won't go far.
As you can imagine the dinner is a disaster but rescued finally by some drunken flirtings between Head and Stiff Libby. They are then seen the next day in Harold's, both wearing dark glasses indoors and drinking gatoraid or something recovery. The suggestion is that they got very drunk, but its so unbelievable that Charlies would offer the level of debauchery suggested by their accessories, that the image is really of two young blind professionals indulging in some revolting neon drinks.
More to follow.
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