How on Earth is it the penultimate episode of Lip Service already? I never thought I’d say this, but six episodes really aren’t enough, particularly when we had to spend the first three of them watching people weep in the aftermath of unplanned cast changes. Sorry, ‘car accidents’.
Perhaps that’s why the stalker storyline (of course it was Bea’s husband – why didn’t I see that coming?) and Lexy’s shift to fancying Tess seemed a bit rushed: the writers need to get all the loose ends tied up next week. Loose ends that now include broken-hearted Sam’s faintly ridiculous drug addiction.
Sorry, but what on Earth is that all about? Is she going to end up gradually selling all of Cat’s bland Ikea furniture to finance her next hit, while hallucinating badly CGI-animated babies crawling across the ceiling?
With the Cat and Frankie storyline consigned to Unsatisfying Plotline Hell (along with Shane and Jenny’s L Word liaison and every single lesbian film ever made apart from But I’m A Cheerleader), this whole Sam-turns-into-Super-Hans thing is looking increasingly like a clunky relic of the past.
The rest of the programme has moved on. It’s having sex in jam, stealing lunch, hiding in dog kennels and being genuinely amusing. But the minute we start to enjoy ourselves it cuts back to DC Murray sitting in an empty flat with a face like thunder snorting stolen cocaine and having the most horribly awkward sex we’ve seen since Cat and Frankie sealed the deal at the end of series one.