I’ve been dreaming about Brexit a lot recently. It seems to
be all anyone is talking about and it’s clearly making the old grey matter work
overtime when I’m supposed to be getting my beauty sleep. Which I really need
these days. (There’s a comment section below for you to correct me on that, I’m
feeling needy).
My international-trade-based-nightmares could be the reason I
seem to be the only person on the planet who is loving Corrie unconditionally
it the moment. I’ve embraced the nonsense and am just going with it. But more than
that, I’m genuinely enjoying it. The
past few weeks on Corrie have been filled with slapstick, smut, meldowns,
magic and lots of lycra - there’s been a
bit of a health craze gripping Weatherfield. Peter's back off the booze. Tim's
taken up mincing. And if anything stays still on the street for longer
than five minutes Sally stuffs it with quinoa and gives it the gas mark six
treatment.
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| Take a bow |
That silly stepped up a gear as Corrie’s big week of
revelations began last night. We were treated to an “arse” as it was
post-watershed, David the Dog managed to be in two places at once and there were some graphic scenes of violence as TV’s Lorraine Kelly
was shot in the leg by Gail, proving, just like Corrie's ITV schedule neighbour, that Britain does NOT have Talent.
Was it funny? Yes. What is completely ridiculous? Yes. Was
it also a bit naff and at times badly acted? Yes. Will I be watching it on
catch up at least three more times? You bet I will.
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| The Platt Dynasty "acting naturally" |
Hopefully the Coronation Street comedy roadshow will fend
off any impending dreams of Donald Trump and chlorinated chicken or any other
politics-based night terrors in the weeks to come. We all need a bit of escapism. My favourite show is providing just that right now.
More on Corrie’s big week can be found HERE.
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