So, Weatherfield Plod now respond to anonymous phonecalls about non-existent drug dealing (and can secure a warrant at the drop of a hat based on ABSOLUTELY NOTHING), and the Weatherfield Gazette now sends grumpy local reporters to cover a one-off student night in an area where there are no students because everyone who has ever had designs on academia or a career has dropped it to stitch knickers or raise a kid or work in a corner shop.
Oh, and Sally, PLEASE stop picking unsuitable men. It's really boring. I thought the online dating storyline was going to be good for a laugh, but no, one non-existent date and it's all as forgotten as a Simon or an Amy or a Max.
I hate Corrie more in the summer. I think they assume no-one's really watching because we've got lives and there's sunshine and tennis and holidays to distract us, so they pad it out with more drivel than usual just to keep it ticking over.
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