Episode 7.25 of Waterloo Road just aired, and Grantly Budgen you are not supposed to make me cry. That's not how it's supposed to work!
But it's all right, because the second-to-last scene of that episode was THE BEST SCENE IN THE HISTORY OF WATERLOO ROAD. QUITE POSSIBLY IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION.
I was ecstatic. No, seriously, I leapt into the air and made a noise so high-pitched I startled my cat. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SIXTY-FIVE EPISODES. THERE WERE POINTS WHEN I THOUGHT IT MIGHT NEVER COME, BUT FINALLY IT DID.
Long-time endurers of my Waterloo Road ramblings may have worked out by this point that Tom Clarkson has finally hugged his son.
AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. IT WAS SO SATISFYING. IT WAS AS IF THE WRITERS CAME ACROSS ALL MY WEEPING ABOUT THEIR FAILURE TO HUG AND WENT 'LET'S MAKE UP FOR ALL OF RIONA'S FRUSTRATION BY GIVING HER THE BEST HUG POSSIBLE.' EVERY SO OFTEN I HAVE TO STOP TYPING THIS JUST SO I CAN SKIP AROUND THE ROOM IN DELIGHT. I KNOW I'M RIDICULOUS. I DON'T CARE. THIS IS GREAT.
Also I still love Tariq a bit. BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE JOSH AND TOM HUGGED. I genuinely don't think I've ever been so delighted by an event in a work of fiction before.
The scene in question starts at the 54.20 mark on the iPlayer, in case anyone else is as weirdly invested in this fictional filial relationship as me. I know nobody else is that weirdly invested, but humour me. On the plus side for you guys, at least you won't have to put up with any more 'WHY DON'T THEY JUST HUG' entries.
Hearts hearts hearts. I love you, Waterloo Road, despite all your many, many (many, many) flaws. I'm so glad you love me too.
But it's all right, because the second-to-last scene of that episode was THE BEST SCENE IN THE HISTORY OF WATERLOO ROAD. QUITE POSSIBLY IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION.
I was ecstatic. No, seriously, I leapt into the air and made a noise so high-pitched I startled my cat. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR SIXTY-FIVE EPISODES. THERE WERE POINTS WHEN I THOUGHT IT MIGHT NEVER COME, BUT FINALLY IT DID.
Long-time endurers of my Waterloo Road ramblings may have worked out by this point that Tom Clarkson has finally hugged his son.
AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. IT WAS SO SATISFYING. IT WAS AS IF THE WRITERS CAME ACROSS ALL MY WEEPING ABOUT THEIR FAILURE TO HUG AND WENT 'LET'S MAKE UP FOR ALL OF RIONA'S FRUSTRATION BY GIVING HER THE BEST HUG POSSIBLE.' EVERY SO OFTEN I HAVE TO STOP TYPING THIS JUST SO I CAN SKIP AROUND THE ROOM IN DELIGHT. I KNOW I'M RIDICULOUS. I DON'T CARE. THIS IS GREAT.
Also I still love Tariq a bit. BUT THAT DOESN'T MATTER BECAUSE JOSH AND TOM HUGGED. I genuinely don't think I've ever been so delighted by an event in a work of fiction before.
The scene in question starts at the 54.20 mark on the iPlayer, in case anyone else is as weirdly invested in this fictional filial relationship as me. I know nobody else is that weirdly invested, but humour me. On the plus side for you guys, at least you won't have to put up with any more 'WHY DON'T THEY JUST HUG' entries.
Hearts hearts hearts. I love you, Waterloo Road, despite all your many, many (many, many) flaws. I'm so glad you love me too.
