Cheer up Corrie!

I don't know about you but I've found the last couple of weeks a drag on Corrie. The whole Peter/Liane/Nick thing burned itself out despite the fine acting of Chris Gascoyne. This week it's been all Horrible Owen, Becky on one of her increasingly bizarre mood swings, Dev looking teary for a few moments before BELLOWING at inopportune moments, Tyrone wallowing (literally) in a filty pit of misery . . . aghh!

"So what do you think of my supportive brassiere Ty?"

On the plus side I've enjoyed Julie and her barmy bra capers, a selection of Steve's comedy faces and Eddie gasping fag smoke into his cake mix. Also we haven't had to put up with Fiz the Mis for a while. Fingers crossed it stays that way!

Fiz bombed-out . . .

Fiz the frizz . . .

Whatever happened to Fiz Brown? OK, I don't mean literally - we all know what's happened to her over the past few months. No, what I'm getting at is that the essence of Fiz seems to have evaporated. She was always loud, mouthy and a bit rough around the edges but that's what we loved about her. Nowadays all we seem to be presented with is a hand-wringing drudge with a permanent 'woe is me' look. Fiz has a lot on her plate but wouldn't it be good to see her in fine fettle again?

Come back Fiz!

Work for all in Weatherfield!

"Come one, come all!"

I'm starting to believe that Weatherfield is some kind of employment hotspot. There aren't that many people out of work and this week we've seen the hapless Eileen join Carla Connor's band of desperados. Is anyone totally sure what Eileen's role is yet? She seems to wander around with a bit of cloth, offering sardonic asides. Still, they could hardly keep her cooped up in the taxi office forever. Plus it her defection to Underworld means that Cheryl can make the huge jump from lap dancer to phone operator. Give her a year and she'll be sewing knickers rather than taking them off . . .