This week did, of course, belong to Mollie Gallagher as Nina, as she finally regained her memory of the attack thanks to a quick tour of the scene of the crime as suggested by Roy, a suggestion which included I am pretty sure Corrie's first mention of the works of Marcel Proust. She managed to look past Summer's horrible denim jacket and went through a load of artily-shot flashbacks on quaysides. I'm old-fashioned when it comes to Corrie; I like it as a slice of life, filmed as simply as possible, so having ghost images of Kelly and Corey shouting at Nina wasn't my cup of tea. I do accept that they couldn't really film the attack properly six months ago, so it makes sense that they take advantage of the relaxed social distancing laws to get the gang back together and film it properly. I was impressed that everyone still looked the same; if I was Seb, let go by the producers against my wishes, I'd have turned up on set weighing three stone more and with a shaved head to make things as awkward as possible. Good luck fitting that in with the old footage.
After another chat with Roy - seriously, where is the two-hander where Roy and Nina have a gossip while they clean the deep fat fryer? I'd watch that - she regained her Goth mojo and resumed looking like an emissary of the dead. This was good for two reasons. Firstly, non-Goth Nina was never as interesting, and seeing her lope around in a procession of sad tracksuits was kind of depressing. Secondly, it provided high camp every time they angled the camera up to her in the public gallery, hovering over the scene like a really dramatic owl. She looked like she was permanently on the verge of hurling herself over the rail to swoop down on the proceedings with a flourish of her cape.
Do what you can to get away. I'm not saying Sean is annoying, but thirty seconds of deathless chat with him and Curtis was hurling himself to the floor with heart murmurs to get away. Yes, it's a condition that could kill him at any moment, but on the plus side, you have a great excuse to get out of listening to Sean wittering on. He soon checked himself out of the hospital because the medical profession wouldn't be able to do anything for him; aren't you training to be a doctor Curtis? It's a bit like being a vicar in a crisis and not bothering to pray because you don't think God would be any use. (In other words, Billy).
Emma invited him to live with her, which sounds nice, but the living room is still smoke damaged after all these weeks. Can nobody run a damp cloth over the walls? It must smell like the inside of a box of Swan Vestas in there. Curtis is happily moving in, which seems sweet, but the last time we got a couple shacking up after an extremely short period of time it was Nina and Seb, and look how that turned out. He'll be dead before Emma updates her Facebook relationship status.
For her part, Kelly is managing to look tinier and younger with every appearance; by the end of next week I fully expect her to be a toddler. The only time she looked a little grown up was when she chatted with Imran and I sincerely hope I didn't see any hint of romance there. Yes, Imran is gorgeous Kelly, but he is to be admired from afar; please don't make it weird.
The author has also drawn a comic book related to events that may or may not have happened in Weatherfield. It involves Curtis, Imran, Ryan and Gary, with a guest appearance from a jar of Vaseline, and copies can be obtained by contacting me on Twitter @merseytart.
