Remember back in the mid noughties when everyone was all “Oh, The Royle Family is so indicative of the modern day working class, and it’s a problem that we need to address,” and “I know someone just like Denise. She’s a feckless moron as well. Terrible BO” and everything was “My Arse”?
We all can. It was a sad era for sitcoms. An era that would’ve contributed to Lucille Ball’s suicide. If she was alive still, and wanted to do go ‘Garland Style’.
Well Ralf Little, him with the really ordinary looking face, has tried to reinvigorate his career by co-writing a piece of trash called ‘The Cafe.’
Can you imagine an East End gangster drama which doesn’t star Danny Dyer? Moreover, can you imagine one which wasn’t directed by Guy Richie? 
