A guest Coronation Street Blog post from Katriel Costello
Now, call me a prude but when gnarly old Karl grasps Sunita’s jean-clad posterior as soon as they get behind closed doors I am my Grandmother’s granddaughter. The telly stays on but there is a narrowing of the eyes and an ‘eeww’.
It wouldn’t be so bad if Sunita hadn’t borrowed from Suzi Quatro’s wardrobe – from the 70s. She’s been strutting her slutty stuff in obscenely tight jeans bordered by a waistcoat that surely shrank in the wash. Never mind the fact that she’s cuckolding Dev; pale blue, skin-tight jeans paired with black satin is an assault on the fashion senses.
Compare Sunita’s Rock Chick clobber to Eileen’s as she endures tortured goings on with Paul. Poor Eileen is forever leaning against cupboards – because at least they offer support, unlike crappest boyfriend ever Paul – swathed in punishing tents. We only wish someone would chuck one over Sunita.
We can only be thankful that it’s summer soon and we won’t be seeing Sunita in a fur coat, because we all know what that means…
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