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I'm thinking about taking up Coronation Street again

Corrie is great. And I hate soaps, generally. But it's an institution.

Makes Eastenders look like a crappy sixth form play.

And I too like Blanche, and Norris. They get the best lines, usually.
 
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Corrie is telly heaven. funny, camp and clever.

i love the omnibus when i'm hungover or lazy... :)

you won't regret this decision Pip, Corrie will become your friend. :)
 
I've never watched Corrie, really, but we do have an ace framed still of Ena Sharples looking over the blackened roofs and chimneys of Manchester that hendo got when he worked at Granada.

He also got chatted up in the bar there by Ivy Tilsley. Scary, it was, apparently. :D
 
I *heart* Corrie.

The other soaps don't even come close for the lols. Eastenders trying to be relevant and down with the gritty drama storylines is pure fail. Coronation St has its tongue firmly in its cheek and gets the best comedy storylines.

Blanche is the funniest characters ever conceived of.
 
the thing that has always struck me about Corrie over East Enders - the people in Corrie, their lines and behaviour stay in character. you can really get to know them :o

in EastEnders, people do things and say things that leave you totally :confused: it's like the writers change every couple of weeks and they totally disregard what had gone on before...

oh and another beef with the EE writers is, if they want to get rid of a character - they just get them run over in the square. jesus, so LAZY. :rolleyes:

that square should be pedestrianised.
 
I don't watch TV, but Nancy Banks-Smith makes it seem so tempting...

Have I heard somewhere that ostrich feathers are unlucky? Or is that the police? Both put in a memorable appearance at Becky's wedding to Steve in Coronation Street. Feathers have been a ticklish problem ever since Ginger Rogers's ostrich moulted on Fred Astaire's trousers. In her wedding dress, Becky looked like a fan dancer rising from a bubble bath or, possibly, a bird bath. A puff of wind and she would have taken off. In fact, when the drug squad arrived uninvited, she was taken in. In these trying circumstances, it was merely a minor inconvenience that the groom was allergic to feathers.

The drug squad were nothing if not thorough. Eddie Windass's wedding cake ("A neoclassical acropolis," according to Eddie; "A rather inaccurate representation of the Parthenon," according to Roy Cropper) was ruthlessly excavated for controlled substances. Betty's handbag was ransacked for curiously strong mints. Drugs were finally found in Becky's handbag where they had been planted by Slug, her jealous ex-boyfriend, in the pay of evil DC Hooch.

All the best blond barmaids are wacky in their own way. With Raquel, it was almost saintly idiocy. With Becky, it is rackety vivacity. She has performed one of those transformations peculiar to soap, changing from a bad egg to a beautiful bird. But now the wedding guests turned against her as one. As her mother-in-law, whose own Carmen creation had been overshadowed by The Ostrich, put it: "She comes from the street. That's where she belongs."

The last we saw of Becky she had collapsed in her cell like the last act of The Dying Swan (or, in her case, Dying Ostrich). You'd have thought someone would have had the sense to bring the poor girl a wincey nightie. Now it is all down to Betty, the only person to see Slug slithering out of the bar, and, judging from the contents of her handbag (cholesterol and angina pills), there isn't a lot of time to spare. "That'd bring a tear to a glass eye!" said Michelle bitterly, catching Tony and Maria in flagrante. A low blow. None of us had liked to mention that one of Tony's eyes seemed larger and more vitreous than the other.
 
I actually recently started watching corrie again, on occasion.

I like Tina McIntyre. She looks like this girl I went out with.
 
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