So, meanwhile, our blinking black widow Gail (three dead husbands!) was taking her relationship with Les Dennis to a new level with an afternoon of wet play. By that, I mean he turned up in his mate's ice cream van, and they cleaned it... The rest of the episode was a bit like 'Trees Lounge' on a tight budget and more depressing.
On a whim, they took the van for a spin round the sights of Weatherfield (...so yeah, the Red Rec and Freshco's...) and then decided to get drunk in her garden. As Gail lives on the posh side of the street, I'm sure it was Zinfandel and 'Walker's Sensations' all round. Les enjoyed it like a man who'd just been released from prison (oh, he had?!) and blinded by lust, took off his brown suede bomber jacket and moved in for a kiss....
Unfortunately, Gail's son Nick - who has a brain injury that no-one seems to give much of a shit about anymore - was peering through Gail's voile curtains and spotted them. Nick had had a bad day...well...more like a bad year, to be honest. He very nearly died in a car crash after his brother David, tried to kill him. His wife, Leanne left him and took up with his friend and confidant - the busty personal trainer, Kal. And, he's been left with a brain injury that makes him increasingly Basil Fawlty-like in manner. After another epic bout of Fawlty-ism; Nick pissed off his staff, had a row with his ex-wife, and then decided it was all Gail's fault for having the day off from cleaning the Bistro he owns. The ironically named, 'Just Nick's'...
Further incensed by the display of sheer eroticism between Les and Gail - or, 'Le Baiser Legendaire' - as it's now known in my house - Nick went ape and trashed Les's mate's van.
Pushed to choose between a man who robbed her house, but bought her a new telly and tried to make amends - or a family who treat her like a recently trafficked slave - Gail sadly, dumped Les. The lack of verbal abuse had taken it's toll.... So, Les put his jacket on and left looking deflated.
So the cork's back in the bottle, and the Zinfandel's back on ice...
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