We've got Eastenders, Coronation Street, Emmerdale and Hollyoaks. Who remembers Brookside? God, I used to love that show. For years I had a secret crush on Barry Grant (he was the eldest son, by the way, not the slobby Father who went on to play Dad in the Royle Family. I may be slightly warped in the male fantasy area, but even I was never that desperate).
Then there was Grange Hill with hunky ol' Tucker Jenkins. And Eldorado - a short-lived yet memorable soap set in Costa del Spain. I can't remember much about it except for a smouldering young senorita calling out for her beloved Marcooose! (Marcus to you and I, of course...)
And the point of this post? Well, I've just found out why soap-operas are called soap-operas. It all dates back to American radio-plays in the 1930s. 'Operas' because of the drama, and 'soap' because the plays were sponsored by soap detergent companies such as Proctor and Gamble and Lever Brothers. Et voila! It all makes perfect sense now, doesn't it?
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