She's been 40 years in the making and bless her, what a creation Gail Pot-Til-Pla-Hil-intyre is. Back in July 1974, she arrived as bezzie mate to the lovely Tricia Hopkins who said to her friend, "I sometimes think your mouth'd make a good bus stop."
Since that momentous evening, we've followed Gail through the ups and downs . . . well, mainly downs, of her life in the cobbled area. We are all familiar with her progress from peppy teenager, to young housewife to middle-aged loon. What images and memories are conjured up when you think of all things Gail? Maybe you recall . . .
The hideous sheepskin coat she lived in for many years . . .
Her gift for almost running the Corner Shop into the ground during her reign of terror with the lovely Tricia . . .
Her vain attempts to get faktry demi-boss Steve Fisher interested in her . . .
The worryingly small micro-bijou box she inhabited with Our Brian . . .
The cavalier manner in which she managed to forget her father, brother and daughter plus failing to notice that her son had morphed from paper lad to muscled gay icon to pensioner . . .
That she survived several years eating and drinking from Ivy's vile brown dinner service . . .
That she failed to exchange a sentence with Deirdre for thirty years . . .
Her nascent 1980s friendship with Liz MacDonald, masquerading under the name June Dewhurst . . .
Her affair with the odd Australian cousin of Our Brian who was never mentioned again . .
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For being part of one of the best-loved households of the Street in the 1970s. Fag-ash on the table cloth, an ever-present tea pot and the trio of Elsie, Gail and Suzie trading comments on fellers.
Gail Many Surnames - we salute you!
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