Long before Derek Martin became the weary, warm-hearted Charlie Slater in *EastEnders*,
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He lugged meat in cold, echoing markets, gambled for survival rather than thrill,
and hurled himself into danger as a stuntman so other men could stay safe and famous.
Every scar, every limp, every quiet pause in his performances came from somewhere very real.
Yet what defined him in the end wasn’t the chaos, but the compassion he brought to millions of living rooms.
As Charlie, he was the flawed dad who tried, failed, and tried again, carrying the weight of working-class Britain in every line on his face.
With his passing, it feels like an entire chapter of television history closes—one where men like him didn’t just act the story. They had already survived it.
