The Archers: Don’t kiss me, Kate

‘No! No!’ cries Mr Qwerty, backing out of the kitchen, hands clamped over his ears. Kate, who is back in Ambridge for a relentlessly long visit, was the cause of Mr Q’s permanent exile from The Archers. In the fifteen years since her troubled youth drove him to despair, he’s heard only snippets of the programme, commenting occasionally as he flits past, ‘What’s happened to Richard Lock?’ or ‘That doesn’t sound like the real Hayley’.

No, I said DON'T

Last week, I had to break the terrible news that Kate was back. He went quite pale. Now as soon as there’s so much as a whiff of dum-di-dums, he, like many a spouse, high-tails it out of the house, in terror of hearing Kate’s nasal whine. Fair enough. She is appalling. I’m only able to tolerate her myself if I have a large gin and tonic to hand, and if she’s counter-balanced by Hayley, saying sweetly, ‘Oh look! Phoebe must have liked that Mother’s Day card a lot, to get it for both of us.’

The script-writers must be in a particularly mean mood, for the other day they jammed both Kate and Helen in the same episode. Together. All that was needed for them to move seamlessly into the opening scene from Macbeth was for Pip to stroll in carrying a cauldron. Under the pressure, I finished one vat of Bombay Sapphire and cracked open the next. Helen was a-quiver with un-expressed resentment over Kate’s negligent uber-breeding. Kate meanwhile had come rather late to the notion that leaving her daughter on the other side of the world might have one or two minor repercussions.

I was surprised to find that Kate nonetheless had the very slight edge in terms of sympathy when pitched against Hell-en. When Kate said, ‘You were never that interested in children before’, one completely saw where she was coming from. It’s not time passing, Kate, I slurred, just a continuity error. Then I slumped under the table. Must buy some tonic water.

I’m very much enjoying the way that everyone acknowledges that Kate is an attention-seeking harpie. Even Roy, who’s become irritatingly protective of Kate, was pee-ed off she’d taken Phoebe for a piercing ‘rite of passage’ to a grimy low-life hovel favoured by Hells Angels. Each time Kate mentions how much something has changed, people snap, with barely-disguised annoyance, ‘Yes, well, what did you expect?’ Even Jenny (‘Oh Kate, Darling!’) has been a teensy bit exasperated.

And good old Vicky. I thought she’d been put on this earth to annoy Brenda, but now see she is multi-purpose and can wind Kate up too. Crikey, she’s good value. That moment when Kate proudly showed her the no-doubt hippy earrings she’d bought Phoebe, and Vicky ‘delicately’ revealed that Phoebe didn’t have her ears pierced was priceless. I was going to play it to Mr Qwerty on Listen Again to prove he no longer had anything to fear from Kate.

But then, oh, the horror! Kate was whining to Adam, and asking, with grim significance, if he was glad he’d moved back to Blighty from Africa. Say no, Adam, I yelled at the radio, knocking my drink to the floor. SAY NO! Say Africa’s where it’s at, man! But it was too late. Adam, that great oaf, waxed lyrical about what a terrific move coming back home had been, and Kate sounded wistful, and I ran screaming from the house to find sanctuary with Mr Q.

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10 responses to “The Archers: Don’t kiss me, Kate

  1. Steven Bettles

    In a moment of weakness, I found myself almost feeling sorry for Kate, and have even been quite touched by Helen’s maternal longings. I’ll be laughing heartily at Burt Fry’s witticisms next. Perhaps I need help?

    On a separate issue, how long before Lilian ends up in the arms of Matt’s brother? It’s got to happen.

  2. Qwerty

    You need help right now, Mr B. There’s no point waiting till you’re sympathising with Shula or telling people that actually, Ruth’s simply misunderstood.
    By that stage, all that will be available to us is pain management until your inevitable and swift decline.

    I give Lilian and Matt’s brother (Paul?) two weeks at the outside. The first proper move will take place when they meet ‘for a drink’ shortly; they will be embarrassed and mortified… but then they will both start thinking a lot about each other… dum-di-dum-di-dum!

    • inkface

      Oh I see. The ‘Dum di dum’ music is a tasteful rad 4 sound effect and/or euphemism for Archers style mollocking* is it? I had no idea. Suddenly it all seems so much more exciting than I’d thought.

      *Term used by Stella Gibbons in Cold Comfort Farm

      • pauseliveaction

        Inkface, you’ve had your final warning about seeing euphemisms everywhere! Get a grip, woman! (And no, that wasn’t a double entendre).

      • inkface

        You’re not the euphemism police lady. It’s the only fun I get. Leave me and my smutty mind alone. And anyway, I’m sure I’m right. Me and Freud, we understand that people have slips left, right and centre, if you’re perceptive enough to see them. Ha!

      • pauseliveaction

        Well that’s me told.

      • inkface

        I am having a grumpy day, sorry!

  3. Qwerty

    See, this is the effect Kate is having on people: some of whom don’t even listen to the Archers. I tell you, the woman is evil.

  4. fanoflinda

    I am horrified that the lovely Kate has been so maligned on these pages. She is wonderful value for money, I was always so impressed that she managed to retain her hippy status despite all Jenny’s best attempts to young farmerise her. And I positively revel in the idea of her having a child and just leaving it across the world – how very open minded. Not sure what all these other babies are about, but I see she has managed to leave Nolly (spelling?) with the father (do we detect rumblings of discontent with the marriage?) half across the world this time, so I suspect she will run away to China next leaving babies wherever she goes. In contrast to the fake maternal longing from Hell-en she is a breath of fresh air. Not quite as good as Hazel Woolly of course, but then that would take some doing…
    p.s. I am enjoying this Lillian Paul story line, but Paul is hardly her type surely – he seems far too normal and straight – can Lillian be growing up?

    • inkface

      Can I just congratulate you on the use of the term ‘young farmerise’? Am just imagining chins receding, welly wanging and a quick squirt of eau de silage.

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