Oh dear, David Platt's got that look in his eyes again. You know: one part Hannibal Lecter, one part Malcolm McDowell in Clockwork Orange, one part Sean Penn (right after his divorce from Madonna) and just a soupcon of Benny Hill.
just a soupcon...Anyway, we all know what this means (More nose surgery after Gary Windass thumps him again? - ed). Time for the Council to put up bigger fences around the canal, time for Jason to keep off the scaffolding and time for Gail to stay on the ground floor of her house (we now call it 'Joe' level - ed) . I don't know what the Demon Adolescent has in mind this time around but you know as well as I do what will happen. I can just see the sequence of events unfold, kind of like a classic play in five acts:
Act 1. David will do something heinous and dastardly (ask for Pick 'n Mix at the Kabin? - ed).
Act 2. DC Weller will make a housecall to Chez Platt (at least she won't need a GPS to find the place - ed)
Act 3. Gail will at first believe David's ludicrous explanation ("Mom, I didn't know the dynamite would blow up the Red Rec and half of Weatherfield. You never believe me")
Act 4. Gail will then give David a "good talking to" ("I don't want you to blow up Weatherfield anymore. Am I making myself clear, David?")
Act 5. Audrey will swan into the house 'tsk tsking' as she puts the kettle on ("lovey, you're far too soft with David. You should let Bill beat some sense into him with a cat o' nine tails")
But for the moment, there's nothing left for us to do but sit back and wait for Spawn of Satan to do his thing. It is getting just a wee bit tedious though, isn't it? Maybe the Platts could all go to Spain for a while... Just a thought.