I think it's happened. I've reached that stage in my life where every thought has to be preceded with the phrase "Well, back in my day . . . " followed by some utterly dull reminiscence about how wonderful it all was way back when. Sadly this was my official mind set for Monday evening's dalliance with death, as the Brothers Grim trundled towards oblivion on a Manchester back street.
How many of us joined in with Alma Baldwin's anguished "noooooooooooooo" as Don Brennan took her on a special fishing trip?
This week we found ourselves in the company of grimacing Nick and a sniffling David as they faced up to the indiscretions of Christmas past. Well, this was certainly one gift that kept on giving. We've endured over half a year of furtive conversations and family cover-ups.
Again, back in the day, the car crash was a plot device used sparingly. Renee's death was a shocker as was poor old Judy Mallet's delayed reaction to her ride in a dodgy motor. Nowadays, characters dice with death on a weekly basis, get trundled around that tiny hospital, endure the usual gallery of worried relatives gathered around the bed and then go back to work the following week. The NHS in Weathefield should be commended.
Credit where credit's due though. The actual crash stunt itself was a good one, with the other vehicle ploughing into the Bistro Mystery Machine with gusto. Do we care if Nick and David survive? Not really to be honest. Anyway, we know they do anyway and the only real pay-off from this saga is the prospect of Nasty Nick striding across t'cobbles. Vengeance will be his and if that means changing the bar snacks then so be it.
Weatherfield - you have been warned!
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2 comments:
I actually felt a bit sorry for David...but I snapped out of it quickly. This may sound mean but I wish they would do something about his mouth.
I love your blog. You have a fantastic way with words.
The thing about David is, I always feel sorry for him. He's so vile, so many times, but he's really just someone who wants to be loved. And he can't believe it when someone actually does love him. Nick, meh. I could care less. He's the vanilla beige spawn of Gail.
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