Robert’s stag do in Wednesday’s episode. Less than a handful of guys who don’t know Robert all that well gathered in the Rovers in mid-afternoon. On its own, a bit lame, even seeming a bit shoehorned in. But in costume? That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
There was a warning signal just before. Ryan told Steve – there’s a theme, come as a pop star. A heads up for the audience too. It might be good, some of them have been, I told myself. But events having themed fancy dress has become somewhat of a Corrie trope.
The highlight, I suppose, was Michelle’s warring sons each coming as an Oasis Gallagher brother, in identical costumes. Totally coincidentally, according to Ali and Ryan when they saw the other. Oh sure, makes sense to independently choose to dress up as one of an always-linked warring duo.
Where’s the off switch?
I restrained myself from turning off the television. Watch the rest of the episode, I told myself, can’t be too hasty.
Next episode, the hen party arrived. They too were in themed costumes. I’m not sure what the theme was, or what the costumes were for that matter. Michelle or Carla said, but I missed it. I was too busy trying to figure out their costumes. And I couldn’t muster the enthusiasm to rewind and watch again. Maybe it was Robert?
Another need to restrain myself. Watch to the end of the episode. Watch to the end of the week. See how you feel. So I did, and felt the same way. Coronation Street has become too crazy. Watching is too much work.
Meanwhile, poor Aiden still isn’t buried! His funeral hasn’t even been discussed. I’ve lost track of how many episodes now equal one Weatherfield day but it has to have been long enough to have him cleared for burial. He was mentioned a few times. Good thing too because I’d actually forgotten all about him. It feels like ages ago that he killed himself. It’s only been two weeks.