'Streuth cobber, you're a dag!'

I feel Neighbours is heading still further down the proverbial pan with the news that Little Britain's Lou and Andy are to make an appearance in the Scarlet Bar later in the year [BBC news]. Just how far can the producers of this iconic show go with their rampant Anglophilia?

They've already got their weekly mentions of Jamie Oliver on cue whenever someone so much as produces a chopping board from behind the toaster - Lynn Scully: "Hey look at you, the next Jamie Oliver!" No, he's just going to chop one fucking carrott you insufferable little tart. It's not as if Little Britain is new territory either. Who could forget Max's cringeworthy "computer says no" rebuke to Paul Robinson when his credit cards embarrassingly wouldn't authorise in front of a batch of thirsty young girls he was trying to impress. There's also all of Stingray's inexplicable Union Jack emblazoned t-shirts, and of course one time Scouse vixen Valda. I know the British audience is the only reason Neighbours has survived for as long as it has, but I really wish the producers wouldn't pander to it by trying to turn Erinsborough into some kind of non-descript English suburban area. It's the fact it's a non-descript Australian suburb that appeals. I'd rather see more scenes of Lou Carpenter tendering to a barbie while topless and getting a few Sheilas round to loaf by the pool. That's what they do isn't it?