I can’t tell you how gutted I am about Neighbours ending.
I know that sometimes think it’s cheesy. Sometimes people think that it’s something I should have grown out of by now. But I am unashamedly a Neighbours fan.
Growing up, Neighbours was one of my favourite TV programmes. It was a talking point at school and with friends. Everyone seemed to watch Neighbours. My addiction seemed to fizzle out when I started working and socialising more when I was 17/18. I then didn’t watch for another 19 years!
In 2015 I started to watch again as it was the 30th anniversary episodes and I just carried on watching. Gradually it became part of what I did every day.
The news that Neighbours was due to end was a real shock and I was building myself up for how it would end. Over the last 37 years Neighbours had developed a reputation for not being altogether serious. Would they let it end properly or would it all just be Bouncer’s dream?
In the end the final few episodes were perfect. Sure, Kylie said three words in the final episode and clearly did not want much to do with anyone else on the cast. But it was a perfect run to end the show. The drama did not cease. The returning cameos were part of a plan and were not twee or laughable. Each person gave a performance deserving of a loved show that was ending.
The last episode rounded things off brilliantly. It gave a sense of conclusion, a sense of finality and yet somehow seemed to leave the door open for a comeback. I know people are hopeful that Neighbours will return. I am doubtful of this, but I, too, carry the hope.
Gutted.
How do you begin to describe a street? Do you talk about the houses? The bricks and the mortar, the gardens and the trees?
Or do you talk about the people? The young, the old and everyone in between,
Where do you begin with the history? Do you begin with your own or those who came before you?% When we moved to Ramsay Street, the community was already here. The Ramsays and the Robinsons, the stories from those early days are legendary! And their legacy still lives on today. There have been many families over the years of all shapes and sizes. Some of them unexpected and friends who became like family, whether they were related or not.
Love has always been a central thing – how many romances were born on this street? Things seldom ran smoothly of course, but they usually worked out in the end.
I think of all the people who never crossed paths who could have been great friends. And those who kept turning up whether we welcomed them or not. The street always has a way of bringing people back.
Then I think of the people who can’t come back. The people gone too soon. How would they look if they were still alive today? If they’d been allowed to reach their potential. So many people that were lost, and then others.. others who were just lost.
I think you have to acknowledge everything, celebrate it all. The good, the bad, because all of that makes us who we are.
Everyone deserves a place in the history of Ramsay Street…even those who watched us from a far. Together, we have been the perfect blend.
Susan Kennedy