Episodes 241 - 250
18 February - 19 March 1985
These episodes leave no doubt at all about one single fact: Ralph is just a terrible friend. He’s a terrible friend to Harry, colluding with Edna with endless bitching behind his back, and knowing looks, smiles and winks to one another when Harry is present. And he’s a terrible friend to Edna, enabling her gambling addiction and causing stress within the marital home simply because their shared interest gets him one up over Harry. Then there’s the agreement with the Crosses’ son Kevin, who has bought Ralph’s cheery, amiable front enough to insist on Ralph living with them.
This does raise questions. Harry is clearly unhappy with Ralph being there, and especially with the damage Ralph is doing to Edna by encouraging the gambling. Why, then, doesn’t Harry simply report this to Kevin? As I write, I’ve realised the most likely reason is because Ralph being there prevents Kevin from further interfering either by looking into some kind of sheltered accommodation or insisting on them moving closer to him. Ralph may, in Harry’s eyes (and mine) be the unwelcome house guest who won’t leave, but he’s the devil Harry knows.
The Ralph/Edna combo is the most frustrating combination on this series at the moment. Edna’s irresponsible child-woman thing does my box in.
Only marginally less annoying (so far, at least) is Pat’s bloody song. Must we endure “I just can’t say nnngooooood mmmmmmmbye” in every one of his scenes? Poor Kate may have done the wrong thing by covering up for the racist doorman who wouldn’t let her into the club, but her protest to Pat that his song was silly and he was making a fool of himself certainly rang true (even if she didn’t mean it). Oh, Pat is now dating Malandra Burrows, last seen as a school peer of Lucy Collins.
Incidentally, a scene where Pat was pretty much walking round the close one morning chirpily saying hello to everyone made me realise that perhaps he was intended as a partial replacement for Alan Partridge. Alan got a mention on Shrove Tuesday, with Bobby and Sheila remembering the previous year (their memory is better than mine) and Bobby speculating that Alan was probably now “teaching the Arabs to toss pancakes using a computer programme”.
This isn’t the only time Bobby has made me smile. During a conversation when a paranoid Sheila asked him what he’d been up to, he replied “Not a lot” in a falsetto tone that mimicked Paul Daniels. It was a tiny little moment, but one that added a welcome bit of balance to the intense postnatal depression storyline that has probably taken a lot of both actors.
And they really have both been fantastic through it, with Sue Johnston giving us some scenes showing Sheila on a knife edge from a combination of depression, insomnia and a feeling she is not being supported. Some of the scenes have had me concerned for the baby playing Claire as Sheila and Bobby have spoken in angry, raised voices, with Sheila wailing and crying. I do find myself wondering how much of this stuff is absorbed, while at the same time applauding the grit and reality of these scenes.
Damon was brought nicely into things in one of those sequences that gives collusion between one character and the viewer, with a secret that they alone know. Damon had taken Claire’s pram for his moneymaking scheme selling bin liners door-to-door. The pram was nicked from outside a house where he’d left it while he was inside losing his virginity to a predatory older woman. Sheila, not knowing he’d taken it, doubted her own sanity. It was a view Bobby seemed to share, and Damon walked back in on the confusion to be quickly assured by Bobby that he would solve it by replacing it. This left Damon to see the fallout while being powerless to do anything himself to make it right. It’s almost painful to watch.
Meanwhile, Karen and her friend pretended to be French at a nightclub to make themselves more attractive to guys. It worked, and the funniest moment of this run was when Karen’s friend reverted to Scouse - with an accent as thick as Mersey fog - and said she could’t stand it anymore. The scene had definite shades of those seen when Barry’s girlfriend Val first arrived.
Two characters who haven’t been seen on air for months are driving a couple of storylines.
At Number Eight, Gordon has hurriedly left for France after ransacking drawers and taking £40. It’s fallen to his old girlfriend Cathy to help Annabelle put the pieces together by telling her that she’d confessed to cheating on Gordon and he’d stormed off after a row. The story itself is so-so but again it’s the politics behind it that create interest for me. I find myself wondering why this didn’t simply occur back in November or December. Four months is a long time to keep a character present on the Close with nobody playing them and, as time passed, each mention of Gordon served as a reminder to the audience that we hadn’t actually seen him in yonks which only raises questions or makes it feel less realistic. Were they trying to work things out with Nigel Crowley? Or had they hoped to recast more quickly but realised they needed time? I feel I need background to this to satisfy my own curiosity.
Christopher Duncan’s mother has now approached Annabelle with the news that her son has confessed to her that he had a relationship with Gordon before Cathy came between them. Which makes me wonder if Gordon was supposed to be on-screen for this reveal but the actor baulked at the storyline.
Meanwhile, at Number Ten, George - on hearing the news of Little George’s shooting - absconded from Haverigg and travelled the 100 or so miles to the eye hospital at Liverpool where he was picked up after Marie had been persuaded to help police to “help” George.
Marie has been an absolute gem this week, reading the riot act first to her journalist “friend” who wrote the article about the airgun shooting (complete with a misleading headline suggesting she was a neglectful mother, leading to her getting hate letters) and then to Terry’s parasitic father Jack for his clumsy pass at her (calling him a “great gormless get” as only Marie can). There was also a nice funny drunk scene where she and Jack return home drunk and giggly after a night out.
But Marie’s also had the wind taken out of her sails repeatedly. In addition to helping the police recapture George, she’s faced the boys’ suspension from school (for beating up a new first year student because his surname was McArdle). At the end of this run she discovered that George had lost his remission and will have to serve his full sentence - another year. Anna Keaveney continues to be one of the jewels in
Brookside’s crown and it feels sad that current storylines are paving the way for her departure.
Perhaps best of all has been some bonding between Sheila and Marie. Sheila was at Number Ten when a brick was put through the window (a message either from McArdle or someone who’d read and believed the newspaper article), and the two ended up sitting on Marie’s sofa beneath a blanket in the aftermath. The irony of them ending up under a duvet together was laughed at, with a comment that neither of them would have believed it a year earlier. It’s incredible to think that their big argument was only a year before this. It’s left such an impact and informed so many of their scenes since this that it feels at least twice that. It still hovers over their scenes like a welcome ghost. With everything going on in each of their respective lives, I adore that they found a moment of peace and understanding with one another. When all is said and done, they get each other in a way that nobody else does.