But today BBC1 will air the final ever episode of Grange Hill. That’s it. Finito. Done. Nothing. Nada. Fin. End. Closed for business. Goodbye now. Door’s to your left. Don’t forget your coat. Stop walking backwards and waving. Just go. It’s over. Don’t make me get an injunction on your arse.
That’s right, after thirty years of ‘gritty’ storylines – mostly involving teen pregnancy, drugs and a fat boy called Roland – the dutty East London school is officially closing its creaky doors this fair eve.
Our only concern is what Eastenders and The Bill will do for new cast members? It’s always been that old Grange Hillers’ right of passage to a career doomed to TV failure is to grow from rough teen in East London to rough adult on Albert Square to rough copper in Sun Hill.
But the question remains will we watch it with a tear in our eye and a lump in our throat? Will we heck, we’ll be holding out for Blue Peter, which has just brought in new presenter type Joel Defries. It’s a bit of ‘oh hello’ if you like that sort of thing.