An increasingly dishevelled David
continues to wander the streets in tonight's episode. Hayley kindly gives him money for food and coffee
which he offers to share with Tina, but his appeals for her friendship fall
flat as she tells him he messes with her head and brings her down, and to leave
her alone.
Tommy may be in the Canaries, but Spain came to Tina in the form of Liz McDonald and a box of chocolate donuts. Over at The Kabin, Rita can’t believe Tommy has dumped Tina who, after trying to keep her best face out, finally confesses that she’s a mess.
After a spot of street drinking, David makes his way to the Rovers drunk, and when Tina won’t serve him, tries to
force his way behind the bar. Peter Barlow, self-professed “patron saint of drunks
and winos”, throws him out, but an angry David retaliates and punches him in
the face.
Gail looks pained at the sorry sight of her son slumped on the
cobbles. Back at the house, she expresses sympathy for him to the disgust of Nick
who is furious that she would even consider forgiving him for leaving him in
such a state.
“David is dead to me” Kylie tells
her, and when he calls around thinking he is being allowed home, she sends him
packing, threatening him with the police if he comes anywhere near her or the
kids. Nick tells her he doesn’t agree with this nuclear option considering what
it would do to the family.
A sympathetic Gail can’t bear to give
up on David, however, and sees herself as culpable for moulding him into what
he has become. Audrey agrees to let him stay with her, and finding him at the
bus stop, tells him that hell isn’t on the Wayfarer timetable; if it was, he’d surely
have a monthly pass.
Back at the Rovers, Peter seems
to enjoy having Tina put a plaster on his wound. Following her out to the
smoking area, he tells her that Tommy was an idiot, makes a few complimentary
remarks about her looks, and invites her to his wedding.
Over at Roy’s, Hayley proudly busies
herself with Carla’s wedding dress designs. She is relishing the challenge and
it is lovely to see considering the heavy, upsetting scenes she has been
involved in of late. Roy is similarly delighted to see her so energised. However,
seeing her so happy made the subsequent scenes with Carla so much worse to watch. “They’re
terrible” she tells a crestfallen Hayley of her designs, and doesn’t stop there
as she describes the sleeves as worthy of a pirate, and the designs straight
out of the 80s. While finding the perfect wedding dress is obviously extremely important, Carla
makes no effort to show any appreciation for Hayley's work, or disguise her disgust,
and it makes for uncomfortable viewing. She later tells Julie how Hayley has no
sense of style, that she fears her designs would make her look like a “sack of spuds”, and that
her only option is to “shatter her dreams, break her heart and sack her”. Some
might say considering her reaction to Hayley that she may have already succeeded
with the first two.
Roy is not happy that a project
supposed to invigorate Hayley is causing her stress and they decide that she
should tell Carla that she may not be the person for the job. Meanwhile at the
factory, Carla carelessly tears up Hayley’s work. There is no indication that
she will combine one of Hayley’s torn designs with a magazine picture to make
the perfect dress, and yet she surprisingly does just that. Hayley is delighted and agrees
to make it, but Roy has reservations.
Brian is given clear instructions
by Julie to ensure their house is surgically clean to the point of being fit
for an operation in preparation for their fostering interview, but she may find herself
conducting an autopsy of their relationship if the following scenes are
anything to go by. He goes to the Bistro seeking counsel but gets a lukewarm
welcome from Nick who doesn't appear to have the patience to listen. Marcus
is willing however, and Brian reveals that he has been selected for
interview for the museum job he applied for in Wales, but it clashes with their
fostering meeting. His preference is to attend the interview, and blames
Goodbye Mr. Chips for the “pedagogic propaganda” which got him into teaching in
the first place. Marcus encourages him to tell Julie the truth. However, when
she arrives and says how fostering will make her life complete, he can’t bring
himself to tell her.
The confection theme continues as
donuts turn to biscuits, and Sean remarks to Todd that Eileen likes to dunk hers.
All of a sudden it’s London, not Weatherfield that is the worst thing that’s
ever happened to Todd, but there’s no sign of him letting up on the disdain for
his surroundings. Back on the switch, he seeks clarification on the Streetcars’
Biscuit Protocol from Lloyd and Eileen, embarking on a Last Biscuit thesis that
would leave Professor Brian Cox confused.
It seems that no conversation in
which Lloyd or Eileen are involved these days can go without an insult about
Steve. This time we hear him needlessly referred to as Big Belly McDonald, and
Eileen later describes tyres as “balder than Steve’s head”. It’s high time such
insults were kicked to the kerb, as they’re unacceptable and ruining otherwise
enjoyable scenes. These jibes weren’t the only thing out of place in the
Streetcars’ office; the Weatherfield Gazette’s report on the 4th
ashes test is a bit premature considering the tournament doesn’t start until
Wednesday.
Lloyd continues his biscuit
audit, and a frustrated Eileen asks If Todd is to be “forever condemned for the
sake of a coconut ring”. With Lloyd refusing to give Todd an advance in his
wages, he sees an opportunity to make some extra cash at the end of his shift when
a call comes in, there are no drivers available, and there’s a spare car. Lloyd
notices “the floozie” (so called because she’s anyone’s), is missing. It can’t
have “slipped through a hole in the space time continuum” he tells Eileen; it
seems Lloyd has, however, as we’re momentarily transported back to Craig
Charles’ Red Dwarf days. With no explanation forthcoming, and no sign of the
car, he calls the police. Meanwhile Todd is on his way back having pocketed the
fare, and comes up with an excuse about having to move the car because it was obstructing
a lorry.
Now flush with cash, devious Todd
cancels his night out with Sean, instead claiming he wants to treat Eileen to a
night in the Bistro. He pays her part of the money he owes her knowing full
well that it will be spent on him. You wouldn’t find me passing up Sean’s offer
of a trip to 80s bar Spandau Palais, complete with revolving floor,
nevertheless, he joins Todd and Eileen as the “5th Beatle”; appropriate
considering it’s all Please Please Me with Todd these days.
By Emma Hynes
Twitter: @ELHynes
All original work on the Coronation Street Blog is covered by a Creative Commons License
6 comments:
Tommy went to the Canaries and Tina got the tan.
Kylie's attitude towards David is really getting on my nerves now. Cheeky bitch!!! At the end of the day, she and Nick are the ones at fault.
I didnt enjoy yesterday's episode - Carla moaning about the wedding dress - PAY a professional - you can afford it. Brian whittering on in the Bistro, Lloyd and Eileen droning on for 10 minutes about biscuits - yawn - and Kylie's attitude stinks. Seems to be forgotton that HER infidelty brought this whole sorry mess on. She used to love David - what happened. Gail should sling her out if she cant keep a civil tongue, she was really venomous yesterday - there is no need for it - dont ruin her as well writers.
The way that Carla is suddenly being portrayed is annoying me. It's obviously to justify Peter and Tina.
Had to laugh at David popping up behind the bushes overhearing everything Gail and Kylie said. Then, he asks Izzy for a loan and he doesn't even notice Kylie coming up behind her even though he's facing that way.
Peter complimenting Tina on her looks. "How now brown cow"? more like it.
Why is David hanging around like such a pathetic down and out? Surely he could get a job in a salon in Manchester or Cheshire and its half his house, chuck out Gail and Kylie would have to lump it. Sick of Tina in almot every scene yesterday as well. A second St Ella.
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