Apparently 13 million people watched the demise of Hayley Cropper in Coronation Street.
The missus was in tears and so was everyone else according to my Facebook and Twitter feed.
I just couldn’t see it myself. It’s a fictional programme, so what’s there to cry about?
Although it did get me thinking about the assisted suicide business and, quite frankly, I’m all for it.
If I’m at the stage when I can’t do anything for myself and am in so much pain daily that a Michael Jackson amount of painkillers isn’t touching it, then it’s time for me to leave this world.
I’d only be a hindrance to my family. I’d rather they poured a bottle of Jager down my throat and pushed me off South Parade Pier than watch me soiling myself every day.