Goodness knows, I'd like to talk about the Windass baking book or Janice's fervent desire to be a nurse (can you smoke on the job? - ed), Vicki's mom or even Steve & Lloyd (Canada's Steven & Chris? - ed), but the predominant story continues to be Carla and Tony's marathon face-off in the deserted knicker factory (the Corrie version of 'My Dinner with André' - ed).
You have to hand it to Carla, she is one gusty babe. I wouldn't have the tamales to go mano-a-womano with Tony. But then Carla is tough and she's also got a lot of 'truthin' (copyright, Nancy Sinatra from 'These boots are made for walkin' - ed) of her own to do about her love of Liam.
And she doesn't hold back either when she compares Tony to Liam the Great, "He [Liam] tasted better than you. He walked better than you. He talked better than you. He was better in bed than you."
Ouch.
...but was she a partner in Ladrags?(Well, maybe a few more ciggies and a couple more G&Ts, but I get the idea)
So, everyone lets everything hang out. But what happens now, now that this terrible truth is out there.
Couples counselling? (I'm afraid that's all the time we have today, we'll pick up on the murder next time.")
A call to DC Weller ? (convenient and she certainly won't need a GPS, since she's been to the Street so often)
Another job for Jimmy? ("okay, but this is definitely the last time, Tony")
I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
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