"Er, thanks... it'll go nicely with the Birds Of A Feather box set you bought me last year."
I mean holy living fuck man, who in God's name actually buys this fucking shit?
Let's overlook the fact that it makes Two Pints of Piss and a Packet of Johnnies look like fucking Tolstoy. Let's even overlook the fact that it stars Amanda Burton, whose acting has been linked to a long string of suicides. What genuinely confuses me is that people buy DVDs for the replay value - because you think you'll want to watch it again and again in the years to come.
The Godfather trilogy? Awesome. Mad Men? I get it. Even the Friends boxed set possesses some degree of nostalgic, kitsch quality that just about justifies its existence. What went through the minds of the BBC when they committed this to disc? Who exactly did they think wanted repeat viewings of a drama set in a shitty comp?
The only thing I am sure of is this: If you're unlucky enough to find a copy of Waterloo Road under your tree on Christmas morning, someone is trying to convey a strong, yet simple message.
"Merry fucking Christmas - you massive cunt".
