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Corrie Street Feb. 8/15

Radio GaGa

Once I was prescribed pills for severe stomach pains. The doctor told me to eat “a bland diet”. I thought milk and cream soups qualified as bland. The pain, despite the pills, Michelle-and-Steve depressedgot worse. Later, another doctor told me to avoid food high in fats, like milk and cream soups. Then the pills worked fine.

I think Steve too is caught in conflicting “remedies”. He’s got pills to counteract his depression. But he’s also got Michelle. Oh, she wants to help him. Poor man. Much more of her help and he’ll be teetering on the upstairs window ledge.

After she finished with her own indulgence about “should have seen the signs” (yes, Michelle, you should have), she started watching him like a hawk and quizzing him. Have you taken your tablets, how do you expect to get better, and on and on until I wanted to jump out a window myself.

Michelle blabs: he’s clinically depressed

Norris-about-bad-drivingThen it got worse. She defended him. Norris was picking at him to others at the bar, about his driving, about sitting like a zombie while injured people needed help, about Sinead maybe paralyzed. His audience, Eileen, Nick and Leanne, were actually sticking up for Steve. But Michelle couldn’t let it go. She got right in Norris’ face: Steve’s got problems too you know, he Steve-watches-Michelleis clinically depressed. Oh great, exactly what he had asked her to keep to herself.

Maybe the others ought to know and it is not something he need feel shame about. But he should have a chance to come to terms with his diagnosis, and the accident, a little bit by himself so he can handle the questions and opinions of others. It is not her story to tell. Tracy made that point abundantly clear when she barged in the back Tracy-asks-if-Steve-is-gagaroom, asking Steve if what she’d heard was true, that he had gone “radio gaga”.

Steve is starting therapy in addition to the anti-depressants. That’s good. But Michelle will be there, hovering. What I think would help the most would be if Michelle went away, with poor Hamish or whatever. And, of course, for Liz and all to stop telling him how lucky he is to have someone as great as Michelle. It’s little wonder he’s depressed. She’s like a great vampire sucking out his lifeblood of self-esteem.

Corrie Street Feb. 1/15


Can’t pick one: three excellent episodes, countless excellent scenes. The bus crash, of loading-buscourse, from lead-up to aftermath – perfect in acting, writing, lighting and camera work.

Everybody dressed up for their big night out. I was glad Tracy was included. I felt sorry for her – alone and broke and the others going to a bash at a hall she and Rob had looked at for their wedding. But I was sorry Beth got left behind.

on-the-busThe drive. The atmosphere in the bus is toxic. Road-trip singsongs barely covering sniping that was ratcheting up. They aren’t going to get there, I thought. They’ll start clawing at each other, a great big catfight inside a small box.

Instead it’s ‘boy racers’ taking everyone’s attention. They cut Steve off. Then he passes so they come alongside, jeering. It’s van crashhard to ignore that. Steve accepts their challenge. They up the stakes, passing then slamming on the brakes. To avoid rear-ending them, Steve must swerve. Into a tree. Crash.

Steve wakes and crawls out of the van. He sees the cliff, and what’s below – Julie-phones-for-helpway below. Does he act? Call for help? No. He goes into a fugue state. Julie and Sean rouse and clamber out. Moonlight, mist, rocks, and a still figure – it looks like Wuthering Heights. Then Julie comes alive. She phones for help and pulls people from the van. Her billowing skirt is her bandage supply.

tracy-looks-in-busThe bus slips toward the cliff edge slowly. Tracy sees Carla inside, hurt. Help her or not? Hard decision. Forced by the others coming near or maybe decency, she gets Carla out.

At the Rovers…

Back at the Rovers, those left behind have rovers-cell-phonesbeen having fun. They had an awards ceremony for themselves. Then Beth gets a call from Kirk. Everyone whips out their cell phones to call their person on the bus. Streetcar cabs take them to the hospital. Rita and Norris sit at the bar of an empty pub.

At the hospital, the desk nurse deals with everyone asking about everyone all at once. Then Steve tells Michelle he’s been diagnosed with depression. It’s a surprise to her (okaaay). julie-sees-devSally warns Maddie about PTSD (“Gary Windass went doolally”). Touching moments as someone sees the person they seek. Everyone seems to be fine physically, except Sinead. She is conscious but cannot feel her legs.

Realistic that there were no other serious injuries or fatalities? No, but I was happy to suspend disbelief.