Imagine our horror when on opening our paper this morning, we read that Bradley Branning was to exit Albert Square in a heartbreaking suicide storyline. Why, we nearly choked on our cornflakes (other cereals are available).
If you were greeted with a similarly nasty surprise this morning, we will now virtually sit you down, brew you up a hot beverage and hold your hand while we reveal that Bradley will NOT kill himself. How he will leave we do not know - extended holiday in Fiji? Fatal nut-allergy related reaction? Flattened by a tower of freshly washed Bradley-knits? Happy-ever-after in a two-up two-down in the suburbs? We will have to wait to find out...
More from Naz:
"Listen Fatboy Catboy, you ain't gonna hustle me."
"Brilliant. I'm stuck with a Jonas brother."
