Good old Corrie, it always delivers!
WHY is better than It’s the writing, stupid. Monday’s Bank Holiday episode was a standard issue plot: competing parties followed by the sudden arrival of Kylie’s baby (yawn), rescued entirely by the obvious love that went into the scripts.
First there was Leanne telling Kylie to finish her waitressing shift early.
“I could do without you spasming over the customers all day,” she snapped, “you’ll put them off their vichysoisse.”
Then there was Anna asking Sean if the music at her party was OK, “or
’appen “Hey. There’s country dancing at the Rita Tushingham Community Centre all day.” That one was funny but totally unrealistic. There is no way the Mancs would name a community centre after a Scouser.
But my favourite scene was Kylie’s emergency labour.
It began with some sage advice from Leanne – “I think you’d better get them leggings off” – and ended with Gail staring deep into Kylie’s gaping cervix and uttering the immortal cry: “Ooooh, what a business!” Congratulations, Unlike soap opera midwives, you always deliver.
’appen would you like something a bit gayer?”
And I particularly liked Julie’s line as she perused the local paper: