Despite being created by a gay man, and home to some of the campest humanoids ever to grace the screen (I'll just say "Bet Lynch and Raquel get drunk on cocktails" and leave it there), it took until the turn of the millennium before Corrie got a regular gay character. A long-standing character came out of the closet in 2003; much to everyone's surprise, it wasn't Norris, but was instead that nice Todd at number eleven.
After a failed attempt to snog Adam Rickett, Todd hooked up with a nurse, Karl. He introduced him to Manchester's Sodom, the glory that is Canal Street. At that time, the Gay Village was at its height, filled with tiny waisted men in shiny shirts trying to look like Stuart from Queer as Folk. Nowadays it's a lot less interesting, having been colonised by hen nights who just want a laugh and a drink and who all love The Gays, 'cos they're so funny, aren't they? Most right thinking homosexuals now avoid it like the plague, leaving only the tattiest of drag queens and the rent boys.
Todd was entranced, and soon became friends with another of Anal Treet's residents, Sean Tully. When Todd went off to That London Sean swiftly moved into his vacant bedroom, bonding with Eileen Grimshaw over their romantic misadventures and the knowledge that all men are swines. Eileen's the perfect fag hag; a little overweight, razor sharp, and mucked about by fellas on a regular basis.
Some gay groups have criticised Sean, saying that his mincing, fake tanned presence sets the cause back to the days of Mr Humphries. One glance at the men working in Manchester's Harvey Nicks will tell you that Sean is a toned down version of some of the homos in the city. Instead of criticising him for having more mince than Fred Elliot, they should instead be criticising him for being possibly the most self-centred man in the Street. And remember, this is a street that also contains Dev.
Sean's commitment to doing whatever Sean wants saw him copping off with Sonny, one of those token bisexuals who turn up in soaps to make things interesting. At the time Sonny was engaged to Michelle, who was allegedly Sean's friend; loyalty meant nothing to Mr Tully though, and soon they were having a bunk up in a bomb scare. You'll be surprised to learn that the wedding didn't go ahead.
Once again, Sean's selfishness came to the fore when he flirted with the sonographer at The Lovely Violet's scan. While she went through the indignities of having her jersey hoisted up and ice cold petroleum jelly smeared all over her, Sean was making doe-eyes and ensuring that Marcus knew that there was no penetration involved in the creation of the foetus. Marcus, unbelievably, fell for it, and soon the two were a couple.
Violet finally gave birth in one of the booths in the Rovers; in fact, on hot days, you can still detect a whiff of placenta. By this point she'd hooked up with Jamie, and the two of them realised that bringing up a child is hard enough without a needy homosexual hammering on the door every ten minutes with a new pair of fabulous booties. They upped sticks and headed south, leaving Sean as a very distant father to little Dylan. He occasionally goes down to visit, usually when Antony Cotton has to appear on I'm A Celebrity or host another horrific chat show.
Although Charlie Condou is utterly lovely, both physically and personality-wise, Marcus is a bit of a dull old stick. Only Maria seems to find him fascinating, but that's largely because Maria has the brain of a freshly squeezed dishcloth; she normally spends her evenings with Kirk and a three year old, so she's just glad to be talking to someone who doesn't have mashed swede down their jumper. Marcus wanted children, which explained why he was willing to be in a relationship with Sean; he spent most of his time following him around, cleaning up his messes after him and acting like the grown up. This allowed Sean to become even more infantile, until Marcus could stand it no more. Sean became jealous over Marcus's friendship with Aiden; he viewed him as a threat, even though he had the mouth of a freshly-caught guppy, and that was it; the affair was over.
Now Marcus is living across the street, and Sean is bashing about filled with self-pity. We've reached the point where the gay couples can be as annoying as the heterosexual ones; that's true equality, if you ask me.
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