Coronation Street: Is it all over for Carla and Nick?

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Coronation Street: Is it all over for Carla and Nick?

May 14, 2016 - 14:00
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Well, that went well. Carla’s hen do ended in tears when they were all arrested. And Nick’s stag do ended in tears when he announced the wedding was off. Happy days.

Coronation Street: Carla and Nick

Well, that went well. Carla’s hen do ended in tears when they were all arrested. And Nick’s stag do ended in tears when he announced the wedding was off. Happy days.

Another week, another weak storyline. In one those annoyingly implausible plots that defy logic, Nick decided that his caring fiancée would dump him if she found out about his brain damage. So he dumped her. Eh?

“It’s a lose lose situation,” snarled Coronation Street’s furrow-browed loser in love. “I tell her, she leaves me. I don’t tell her, I hurt her, she leaves me.” Yep, that covers all the bases. There are no other possible outcomes. Smart thinking, Nick.

Did he consider talking to Carla about his entirely manageable condition? Like any normal adult would? Never crossed his mind. Perish the thought.

What a shame. The evening started cheerfully enough as Nick weighed up all the options and, in a surprise choice, opted to have his bachelor party at – drum roll – The Rovers. Wow. Exciting venue.

It was impossible to spot the difference from any other night at Liz’s 1970s style pub. Same old regulars (Kirk, Dave, Dev, Tim etc.) gathering to drink more than the recommended levels of alcohol. So what’s new?

Maybe that’s why Nick called time on the whole non-event. Boredom. But as he paced around outside, he insisted that the stress of marrying Carla was too much. And he refused to let her stand by him out of misguided loyalty. All of which, she remained blissfully unaware of. Ludicrous.

“I can’t control my emotions!” he stormed. “What happens if I walk down the aisle and I deck her?” Not sure. But it would probably put a bit of a dampener on things.

Meanwhile, Carla’s “really low key” bash soon turned into a riot. Dressed in their all-black Carla outfits, the woozy women of Weatherfield vandalised a disco and were promptly carted off to the police station. Where, despite Gail hitting a copper, they weren’t charged. Phew.

Later, still the worse for wear after her bad old-fashioned knees-up, Carla was stunned when Nick told her: “I don’t want to marry you. I’m sorry my mind’s made up. It’s for the best okay? Believe me.” That was that. No explanation. Why put her in the picture?

It’s fantastically frustrating when the unimaginative writers churn out this kind of anorexically thin stuff that doesn’t make sense. Nick’s bizarre secrecy is a realism-free zone.

With EastEnders hogging all the headlines (Peggy’s death, Grant’s return), it feels like the cobblestones crew are desperately trying to make something happen. But our friends in the North are still swimming round in a stupefying sea of nothingness.

In other thrilling news… still on his weirdly long sojourn in Portugal, Chesney made ridiculous romantic plans with Sinead to cook Nigella Lawson recipes simultaneously on Skype. But it was a recipe for disaster. No one cared.

And Paddy McGuinness’ daughter Caitlin gave giant schoolkid Craig the heave-ho. Which broke his heart and enraged his volatile mother, Beth.

Comforting her enormous son, she lied: “Any girl would be proud to have you on their arm. You’re a proper little pocket rocket.” Little? He’s about six foot five.

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Hazeleyes's picture

What an hilarious episode, Blackpool with kev and Tim n cafe playing aeroplanes with jack, and getting caught by Sally. So funny Nick and Carla are doomed from the beginning and with Carla leaving I think that says it all, also with the specials next week involving Callum's body being found.

Next week will be something for getting our teeth into

Bobalice24's picture

Corrie often does comedy better than drama and tonight's episode was a case in point.
As the day of Nick and Carlas wedding dawned. The nuptials which absolutely nobody, apart from Gail, trussed up in turquoise lace like an accident in an Anne Summers reject shop, has been eagerly awaiting.
As the burning rivalry between Carla and Tracey threatened to spiral out of control Trace got locked in a cupboard by Jowly Johnny at the apparently open all hours knicker factory, aided and abetted by the mysterious Jenny Bradley, her pleas of 'Let me out, I'm a single Mum, I've only got one kidney!' sadly unheeded.
This ridiculous caper got even more incredible when it was revealed that Carla had booked a limo to drive her all the way to ......The Bistro! I'm surprised they didn't block book Roy's Rolls. Leave Wetherfield sometimes guys. Happy things happen out there.
The only moment of levity came when the predictably brilliant Amy Barlow announced that her wedding gift might be perceived as tacky saying she should have bought 'that pink sparkly horseshoe instead'
More Amy, Mary and Norris please.
The show ended on the biggest soap cliche ever. Will they won't they? at the altar. Do we care?