Following a visit from my sister-in-law, I recently suffered what I can only describe as a complete relapse. Under her malign influence, I started watching Hollyoaks again. Regularly. Every day.

This has been going on for months now, and you know what? It's like coming home, in a sad and shame-filled kind of way. Because I actually watched Hollyoaks way back when it started, breaking the filthy habit after a while. A few years later I fell back into it; I found myself lapping up the laughably bad acting, storylines, and dialogue, and of course the wafer-thin excuses for showing various female characters in their pants at any opportunity.

Now that I'm settling into my third serious Hollyoaks habit, I'm just going to give in to it. In fact I'm going to get even more into it by tracking down the episodes I've missed in the interim (during those dark days of Hollyoakslessness) and watching them too! Yeah, I'm going with it, totally.

Who's with me? I can't be the only sad act who watches this show!