Sweet tooth...

We pick up from the revelation that 'Jim' is the landlord and likes to brew a bit of grog. Just 'to make life in here a bit more bearable', for his fellow Her Majesty's Pleasure-seekers. He also likes posh biscuits. Chocolate ones. I wouldn't let that sweet tooth fool you though, so I wouldn't...

Whilst Ken and his hair are frantically trying to build a case for the defence, and Deirdre is 'worn-out' - (Not. Saying. A. Word.) - our Anti-hero Peter, is faced with the same old choice yet again. Between good and evil. Light or dark. Fight or be fought. Or in this case, Jim's booze to Ken's unquenchable desire for justice...

That said, Jim has displayed his more positive qualities. As well as Warlord and Landlord, he can certainly add Lifecoach to his CV. He could seriously rival The Speakmans (although I'm not sure who would be the most scary to be locked in a cell with)... 'Jim' succeeded where Weatherfield's own Atticus Finch (yes, Ken) failed - persuading our thirsty desperado to plead 'Not Guilty'. Although, it could have had something to do with Peter being half-pissed, and DC doing the Countdown theme in his ear before the hearing... 

He also drove Peter to steal DC's wine-gums. An act that in my opinion, was thoroughly deserved.

But, he didn't want the sweets because they stick in his fillings - so they do (I will stop this...). And like an infant Ian Paisley, he demanded biscuits... 

A microcosm of the 'Troubles' playing out before our eyes.

Only joking Peter! 


Cheeky 'Jim' had the booze all the long... 'Chateau de Bighouse' warming nicely in his front pocket. So, Peter did the sensible thing and got thoroughly mortal; tried not to slur his words, and laughed in DC's face when confronted over the confectionery theft. 

Oh, Peter...