Corrie’s
become a bit of a horrible place in recent episodes. We’ve had to watch as poor
Anna succumbed to the evil Phelan and visited him in a hotel in the middle of
Manchester. A bargain had been struck in his gleaming, antiseptic kitchen – he
made her lunch and ate with his mouth open, making the most awful noises.
Hearing him eat was almost as awful as imagining what subsequently went on in
that hotel room. (Though Anna appeared to keep her anorak on during the whole,
sordid business.) This dreadful storyline seems set to run and run…
Elsewhere,
even the young lesbian lovers weren’t having a nice time. Made unwelcome in the
hostel by wholly unrealistic drama school yobbos and a stroppy social worker
they bedded down in a city centre doorway for the night, with Maddy
demonstrating the correct way to tie carrier bags round your feet. Sophie’s a
bit of a misery-tourist, I can’t help thinking.
Maria’s
still obsessed and going crackers over Marcus; the girl with the hooped
earrings is still in love with Peter and her texts send him scuttling for the
vodka he squirrels away on top of the kitchen cabinets. There was a slightly
contrived moment in which Steve and that Andrea were discovered in an awkward
clinch on the settee in the Rover’s back parlour, where they were supposed to
be studying together. They were found to be using two ‘dirty kebabs’ for some
unguessable purpose.
But
nothing in this whole horrible week was worse than Phelan noisily masticating
brie at his kitchen table as he explained to Anna what the word ‘malleable’
meant…
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