Geordie Shore - What Now?

Who would have thought, when it all started out, that the word poignant would be used in connection with Geordie Shore. But that is how this latest series ended. Our little gang of reprobates have, sort of,  kind of, in a  way, grown up. Sending them to Cancun for Spring break really shouldn't have been shot through with melancholy, but it was. Our happy go lucky group, much like the Wild Bunch, had to start looking beyond their guns. That is not to say they let us down on the entertainment front, it's just that edge of 'what now?' had crept in. 

The series had it's outrageous highs the: frighteningly restrained Vicky suddenly going crazy bat ape, first on Ricky (is that how he spells it?) then on the camera crew was fantastic television. Also, arguably the star of the series, Charlotte and her ongoing obsession with bodily fluids, mainly the evacuation of them and usually all at once, only matched by her on going obsession with Gaz; and their very modern romance. Wouldn't we all love a pound for every time she said 'I don't care about Gary' this series, but theirs wasn't the only, sort of, romance in the show. James and his, always doomed, quest to 'bang worldies' ended up with him constantly  'banging' Holly. He blamed his lack of success on his injured knee, but I think we all know the comb-over Geordie doth protest too much. Holly came across very well this season, apart from the drunken trashing of the villa, but then again most all of them had a crack at that. Becca (is that how she spells it?) found herself a bit of a spare cock at the wedding, most of the time, and there were entire episodes where it felt she ended up on the cutting room floor. Sophie got home sick, missing the computer generated Joel when he went home, but she had the air of someone whose heart wasn't in it anymore. But the true King of that was Jay, a man who has previously run roughshod over everything in his path, suddenly found the drunken, defecating antics of his pals all a bit wearing. His declaration that he was leaving Geordie Shore was greeted, by the rest of the bunch, like he had just told them he had two weeks to live.

    

So where does the show go now? They can't possibly stick the survivors back in the Newcastle house again. Perhaps we could follow them in their lives away from the 'tashing' on, getting mortal (is that how they spell them?) and endless puddles of vomit, or perhaps just leave them to wander into the sunset. Then we could all feel we have moved on.

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