Spoiler alert - You're a dick

I've never hidden my feelings regarding people who are moved to complain about the contents of a TV programme. My attitude is firmly in the 'if you don't like it, don't bloody watch it' camp, and honestly believe some people are only happy when they're being offended by something which gives them a chance to get Ofcom on the blower.


However, recent events surrounding the Eastenders 30th anniversary have taken the biscuit, eaten the biscuit, digested and shat out the biscuit, then maybe eaten it again.


Incredibly, 5 people complained to Ofcom following the climax of the 'Who done in Lucy Beale, innit?' storyline on Eastenders because it they didn't provide clues and it was too hard to predict the killer


Shit the bed. I mean, seriously, Jesus H Christ on a bike that's shat the bed.


Who in their right mind (and let's be honest, I've probably answered my own question right there) is so wrapped up in their own existence that they can't wait an hour to see the climax of what is essentially a made-up story for light entertainment? It's a TV programme - a fictional one at that - yet a small minority of people can't just invest in the drama and say 'Oh, him was it?' at the end before going back to tweeting close-ups of their private areas for the amusement of their friends.

By all means moan that you didn't think the outcome was very good, or that you hardly see up Kat's skirt at all these days, but a) thinking that a 10-month whodunnit is deliberately misleading and b) being moved to actually call an official body to voice those thoughts is the sign you're something of a COMPLETE AND UTTER TWAT. And if you're offended by that, why don't you ring the fucking A-Team.