Having sworn never to watch soaps when I was younger, I came across Doctors back in 2008, mainly out of sheer boredom. Let's face it, apart from the Wright Stuff, the good yet awful Jeremy Kyle Show (love that triple bill in the afternoon on ITV2) and the Kremlin Propaganda Machine that is RT, what else has daytime TV got going for it? Since then though, Doctors has ensnared me in it's strange and bizarre maw. Yes it's cheesy, yes it can be a little naff at times, yes sometimes it feels like the Family Hollins Show (great characters, but they don't half dominate the show at times, much to it's detriment IMHO). Yet it somehow manages to charm me into watching it again and again and again. Maybe it's the characters, Heston Carter has his way of adding a certain lightness to proceedings while Jimmy Clay is the vein of darkness that runs through us all, Zara Carmichael with her acerbic barbs and keen wit while the gorgeous Mrs Tembe keeps the faith in both God and Humanity. Maybe it's the story lines, in spite of said cheese and the midday slot (about as not-watershed slot as you can get), it does actually manage to cover some brave issues and themes, think the Harrison Keller/Lauren Porter murder story or the Treehouse story that led up to the 3000th episode. There is humour in there too, some episodes I found myself rolling around in laughter, but maybe that's just me and my twisted sense of humour. If you want deep philosophical or meaningful content or a deep storyline, go and read the Count of Monte Cristo or some Jean-Paul Satre. If you want to be entertained, watch Doctors. I have tried watching other soaps but none have grasped me in the way Doctors has. Only one question remains: why doesn't my GP take the same interest in my personal problems that characters on Doctors do? If only life imitated art in such a way, maybe the the world would be a better place.