Ah I think I get it. EastEnders. It's the "soap opera" strategy, cunningly devised in a NuLab bunker in 10 Dahning Street. Labour, big east end family, lots of rammies, family bigwigs keep getting bumped off, skeletons in closets. And that's just the trailers...
Episode 1. Crisis at the altar/nomination meeting when the bridegroom/cooncillor doesn't show... the family/labour party is in meltdown...
And now for episode 2... the scheming/schemie female owner/MSP from the caff/neighbouring constituency makes a bid to become the landlady/candidate in the Vic/byelection... but the punters/punters don't fancy her much...
it's car crash tv, full of plots, stabbings, misheard conversations, scandal, speculation, secrets and lies, and you initially hate the characters and their absurd melodramas...
...but cunningly, over the series, you grow to love the fowlers/mitchells/labour so by the big day (christmas day/polling day) you want them to get married/elected and live happily ever after...
and then the clever old Labour scriptwriters invite you to make it so.
Bingo! Or perhaps Karaoke!
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