Coronation Street
In a sad, yet not unexpected twist of fate - Peter Barlow is now languishing in the 'Big House' (so he is...) and sharing a cell with an incredibly cheerful Yorkshire man, who did my tits in after thirty seconds. Prison means Peter now sports regulation Norman Stanley Fletcher/Daryl from Birds of a Feather barbering, and also must wear a netball bib when on screen. I can only imagine his disappointment in between being handed the bib and then seeing Deidre in the visiting room. For the man who, with a youthful and occasionally violent barmaid - did 'something quite beautiful' - it must be a bit of a comedown. That said, Deidre's had her moments...
Of course, we all know Peter didn't kill Tina. It was the omni-shifty Rob. Who assuages his guilt by walking Eccles the dog, the length and breadth of Weatherfield. Well that, or making his sister Carla, toasties when she's come home from Harvey Nick's shitfaced. His idea to hastily stash the murder weapon (a lead pipe, no less) and Steph's (delightful) charm bracelet in Deidre's unlocked outhouse (no jokes please...), looked at first to be his undoing. But when you have Peter Barlow as an in-law, anything is possible...
So for now, Peter remains behind bars with nothing but half a packet of Pall Mall, a pain in the arse cell mate and a picture of his son, Simon when he was still cute. So angry at his family's lack of faith in him - he's now adamant he doesn't want to see them anymore. Deidre understandably, 'just doesn't know what to think anymore'. Tracy-luv has decided now is an ideal time to steal and sell a war medal, and Rob is wandering around looking confused and irritable - more like a man suffering concussion than wrestling murderous guilt.
In the meantime Rob's wearing out good shoe leather - not to mention poor old Eccles's tiny paws - down to the bone.
In the meantime Rob's wearing out good shoe leather - not to mention poor old Eccles's tiny paws - down to the bone.
And, just to make matters worse...KEN DOESN'T KNOW!
