9, 11, 16 August 1976 – “Look, Elsie, what have you got against him, apart from the fact that you hate his guts?”

You’re probably sick of me overthinking Ken Barlow by now, so perhaps I will turn my attention to overthinking Mrs Annie Walker, Rovers Return landlady, behaviour regulator and overall status-grubber. Because Coronation Street is quick to punish those getting above their station, her aspirations and faux-poshness are ripe for ridicule. As I was watching these […]

5, 7, 12, 14 July 1976 – “And what did your last slave die of?” “The same as what you will, lovey.”

Many apologies for the longer-than-usual gap between this post and the last. My life interrupted my Coronation Street viewing, which I’m sure you all agree is completely unacceptable. Especially when there is Plonker Ernest wielding a scythe like the grim reaper to contend with! Poor old Plonker Ernest. He’s been to the accountant and his […]

7, 9, 14, 16 June 1976 – “Do you know, Bet, someday you’re going to make a fella very happy.” “What, when he’s me husband?” “No, when he’s your widower.”

If you had told me before I started this blog that salad would become a recurring motif in my posts, I would have been nonplussed. Yet here we are again, watching Ken mope sadly about the place because Wendy has buggered off. In an attempt to comfort his glum nephew, Uncle Albert Tatlock suggests that […]