I’m
glad Kevin has decided to stop getting at Tyrone so much. It just wasn’t fair,
after everything Tyrone’s had to put up with. Sally reminded Kevin of
everything, in a great long litany in Roy’s Rolls. Not just that business of
Kevin’s affair with Molly (who got crushed by a tram, cursed during her dying
breath by a vengeful Sally) and Kevin taking his infant son from him – but
there was all that to-do with being accused of beating up his girlfriend. The
mad one, the policewoman who gave birth to Ruby. Remember? And I’d forgotten
all that. Then there was his getting back together with Fizz – which, while a
good thing, must be hard work, what with Fizz acting all kind of noble and good
these days. She takes umbrage quite easily and makes those funny cooing noises
when she’s happy. And, above all, you have to remember that Tyrone has Margi
Clarke for a mother. All in all, he could do with being cut a bit of slack.
Then
we had more of that whole storyline about Phelan, the menacing Scouser bandit
who’s stepped out of ‘Brookside’ circa 1989. Almost twenty minutes devoted to
the saga of the stolen tiles and faked invoices and ‘doing a foreigner’. Gary,
I have no patience with at all, since he’s the cause of the whole palaver, as
far as I can see – hitting the gangster with the plank in the first place, and
then leaving him for dead. Plus, he goes about in the same checky, fleece-lined
hoody from Primark that I bought some time after New Year in their sale, and he’s
put me off it, frankly. When I wear it I feel like I’m on a building site as
the sun goes down, hunting for a half-dead psycho in the sand.
Then
there was Gail acting all twitchy about being home alone at night. She’s nervy
from disturbing Les Dennis pawing through her
nick-nacks, and she fears he might come back. She was hanging out at the
Bistro, guzzling their white wine, and Nick started suggesting she get some
therapy along the lines he’s had to get over his anger issues / brain damage.
Usually her Nick can’t do wrong but this time her eyes flared red from
underneath that fringe. How dare he suggest she needs treatment? She put him
down sharply, and he, of course, winced, as is his wont.
Gail’s
always taken everything so personally – that’s what I was thinking, watching
this snippy exchange. That’s been her problem, all along. She’s touchy. I guess
that’s comes of having Audrey as a mother. I can remember the episode Audrey
first turned up – a brash, tarty Brummie, desperate for a man. Even Elsie
Tanner – Gail’s surrogate mum - raised an eyebrow when Audrey dredged up for
Gail’s 21st / engagement party in 1979. Gail went on like Audrey was
the cross she had to bear. An albatross in a raincoat with flapping arms and a
shrewd eye.
I
realise, as I write, that I could go on about Gail’s touchiness for quite some
time.
Oh yes, our Nick does a fine line in wincing. :) Loved the bit about Gary putting you off your hoody!
ReplyDeleteit has! i feel funny wearing it now.
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