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Oh, Kerry, Kerry, Kerry.

Whatever are we going to do with you? Well, we probably can't do too much with you now – given that you're dead and all but whatever should we have done with you whilst you were alive?

Well, I guess a good kick up the backside would have sufficed. Christ, woman, I liked you as a character, but there are times when I cheerfully would have reached into the television and throttled you!

I know blondes being dim is a bit stereotypical, but God Almighty, woman, you took the biscuit! Admittedly, you weren't all stupid, but sometimes I did wonder about you!

Not that you didn't have the description of somebody I'd look for in a friend – confident, sparky, down-to-earth and upbeat but then there were your less attractive qualities – mainly your rashness, childishness and tendency to throw yourself headfirst into situations without thinking of the consequences first. And then you did that in your relationships, too.

For God's sake, woman, do you honestly think six fucking months is a long enough time to decide you want to commit to someone and marry them? What on earth is wrong with you? You wanted a 'fairy tale' romance; I'm sorry, how old are you, five? Or more to the point who the Hell are you, Honey Harman? But that's a bit of an insult to Honey, actually. Presumably she knew 'her Fletch' for more than that time before accepting any marriage proposals. I'm sorry, you don't have much of my sympathy when you found out Luke Ashton was gay; you shouldn't have jumped into a relationship with a guy you'd known for seven Goddamn fucking months! Idiot. Not that you deserved to have a miscarriage, though, that was a pretty heartbreaking episode.

Not that having your heart broken like that stopped you jumping into bed with the first person that came along. Kerry, you really are a fucking idiot! What exactly did you expect to gain from that? Smithy's hot, I'll give you that, but did a couple of shags make you feel any better? Evidently not, as you tried begging Luke to stay when he'd told you he was transferring out. Have you no self-respect at all love?

So then you jump into yet ANOTHER relationship with the next man to show you any interest – Cameron Tait. What's wrong with you, woman? Is being single really that much of a deal for you? From the perspective of a singleton, I can tell you that it's great. It's also nothing to be ashamed of, either, may I add, so why didn't you wake the fuck up, realise you're living in the 21st century where it's no longer expected of women to marry and have ten kids by the time they reach their mid-twenties?

You actually did have a great thing with Cameron – he was sweet, kind and caring – Kerry, only you would fucking complain about a man who would rent you out limos and whisk you away to a five-star-hotel for the weekend – I'm sorry, you wanted a fairy tale romance, but that wasn't fucking good enough for you? Go and get your brain tested! You certainly needed it after shagging Smithy yet again after a night out drinking. You can say that you were drunk all you want, but you looked sober enough to know what you were doing when you were snogging him outside the pub. That was your first mistake. Your second was doing it in front of Gabriel Kent.

And your third was even listening to that deranged fucking psychopath. What the fuck's the matter with you? Why, even in a hungover state, would you even consider it possible that someone as kind of Smithy would have ever raped you? You could've made things so much easier if you had just fucking TOLD Cameron that you'd slept with him, but no, being the silly bitch that you are, you went along with Gabriel's theory. Hell, anyone else would have told Kent were to go, had he even suggested Smithy could rape anyone. Oh no though, not you. You can just see what would come next though, couldn't you? It got spread around the station – your reputation got ruined – a man was killed because you and Cameron neglected your duty, and all because you didn't just say 'NO.'

Your reputation was in tatters. Your relationship with Cameron was doomed. And Gabriel Kent had you right where he wanted you. With the CCTV tape of you neglecting your duty to hold over you, he blackmailed, manipulated, and, when he found out you were going to marry Cameron, raped you himself.

Well you just carried on going downhill from there. Cameron left you, returned to Australia and you went on a path of self-destruction. And, with all due respect love, I think you were an idiot. I understand being sexually assaulted is traumatising, but what I don't fucking understand is how that makes you lose all common sense, something you actually seemed to lack throughout your time at Sun Hill! Jumping into bed with not one, but BOTH Radford brothers? Seriously? And you think that was wise, how exactly?

I don't know where this need to 'prove yourself' came from, Kerry, but if you really felt that, then surely the sensible thing to do would be to keep your head down, do as you're told and speak when you're spoken to. Oh no, though, not you. You thought bringing down the criminal family single handed would make you everybody's sweetheart again. Guess fucking what, Kerry, wrong! Notwithstanding the fact that Smithy nearly got killed because of your stupidity, you were told to keep the Hell away from them, but threw yourself in with them YET AGAIN! Were you seriously fucking convinced that what you had with David Radford was 'twu wub?' Was that not what you said about any fucking relationship you ever had? Do you ever fucking learn, woman?

You saw common sense – for once – though not before you defied all stupid stunts you pulled before and helped them plan an armed robbery. And what, you seriously thought you'd get away with that did you? Did you really expect anyone to guess what you'd been through? What, was turning into a criminal yourself really your idea of getting your head around the trauma? And here we come to yet another mistake – fair enough, you wanted to see Gabriel Kent punished for what he did to you – but you were a complete fucking idiot to gloat to him that you were going to see him brought down because you knew he was at Sun Hill under a false ID. Did you learn nothing at all the last time there was a 'secret' between you two? You do realise that if you'd kept your gob well and firmly SHUT until you'd reported him, he probably wouldn't have been able to shoot you, and go on to kill the sniper, Andrea Dunbar and later himself?

And, by the way, if you had reported him before shooting your gob off as usual, you do realise that you could have had a future with Smithy? How long that would have lasted, nobody know, because nothing lasts in Sun Hill – relationships, friendships, hey, even a drug storyline was over in the blink of an eye. Being the first episodes I ever watched, those two stick clearly in my mind of two of the saddest. At least, though, you got peace in the end, but I'm probably not alone in wishing the killer had gone behind bars instead of doing a nose-dive from a block of flats.

There was one thing about you he was right on, though – your definite flaw was the men.