Debut Column: Clairely an EastEnders Fan

By Claire Meyerhoff

Since you're reading the Walford Gazette,

I can make certain assumptions that are probably spot on. In all likelihood, you watch EastEnders.

Regularly. You can tell a Wicks from a Watts and you know an iron is an ineffective instrument of death. It's also safe to say that — if your life depended on it — you could probably name more than a hundred characters who have appeared on EastEnders.

And you've probably done a double take on more than one occasion, certain that the woman at the Clinique counter must be an old friend. But she's not an old friend. She just looks familiar, like someone you haven't seen in a while. Then the "aha" moment kicks in and you know who this woman looks like. She looks just like Debbie.

Not Debbie from Mrs. Tartamella's first grade class or your brother's girlfriend Debbie who worked at Pizza Hut. Not Debbie from salsa class or Debbie who lived next door freshman year and cut hair for pocket money.

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