Ok, down to business. Flippin 'eck. That first shot of Peter Barlow stood outside the bookies gave me a shock. I thought it was EastEnder's Nick Cotton. Scary. All he needed was a cape and a pair of fangs. Maybe he's after a part in Simon's school play as a pantomime villain?
What a wonderful comic opportunity the writers had this week with 'Toddly' and his posh fella showing up, and they certainly didn't disappoint. Rosie's "I've actually got a lesbian sister. Like, a proper one. Oh yeah, full blown." The whole thing was a joy, and Eileen's expressions were priceless, but my "Like, totally favourite," bit was this:
Jason to Todd: "Are you trying to say that all models are thick?"
Rosie (with her usual incredulity): "Well, some are, actually Jason. Scary."
The whole Xin (or Sheena, as Kylie calls her!) thing is almost as unbelievable as the whole Eddie Windass thing. They should have had a whirlwind romance and run off to open a fusion Chinese Resturant/Patisserie together. Wouldn't be any more far-fetched than what's actually happened.
There's another one who moved everything off the menu in with her when she came to live with Graham and Tina, but left with only an empty suitcase as she did her (not very good) disappearing act this week.
Laugh? Don't ask. Keith and Deirdre at the pottery class. Who'd have thought those hands could have produced such an amazing Etruscan Amphora? But what was Ken thinking? It was like something Sean would have concocted (and yes, I chose that word deliberately!) If haven't seen it, or would like to see it again: http://bit.ly/ktkSeD (you have to put up with a short ad first, but it's worth it!).
My Grin of the Week this week is:
Ken, pithily (about their pottery teacher): “He wouldn't know an Etruscan vase if Tracy hit him on the head with it.”
