Carnage on the Corrie cobbles

The week is nearly over and Corrie has almost come to the end of its 50th Anniversary celebrations.

The hour long live episode has just finished and one more death has been confirmed. Joining Ashley in the Weatherfield of the sky is Molly Dobbs. Peter Barlow meanwhile is in cardiac arrest and trying to be resuscitated.

Peter married Leanne from his hospital bed and just as he said "I do" his life support machine started beeping. Molly on the other hand died just after telling Sally about her affair with Kevin and the minor detail that he was the father of Jack, her baby.

The episode went pretty well with only a few minor glitches with camerawork. The main mistake was when Sally entered the crumbling wreckage of The Corner Shop without a hard hat. Health and safety are going to have a field day with that.

The ending for me was a bit flat. The penultimate scene was Peter going into cardiac arrest and the end scene, the money shot was of Sally walking up the street into Tyrone's arms and crying, signalling that Molly had died. For me it would have had more impact for the final scene to have been Peter's slip in condition, just for dramatic effect. Then again this isn't EastEnders, something else that annoys me.

Twitter has been driving me mad and so have the forums comparing the two live episodes. How can they even be compared? For a start they were two completely different types of episode with very different storylines. There is just no reason to compare them.

The one thing I am most worried about is the fact that nobody has found Rita in The Kabin yet. If she is the final death and Charlotte (who was battered with a hammer) survives it will be a disastrous end to what has been one of the most memorable weeks on Coronation Street.

Is Baggs the Brand the new Wagner?

As I sit and write this blog post I am in mourning. I am thinking of never watching The Apprentice again. Lord Sugar's decision tonight was just ridiculous.

Liz Locke has been consistent, probably one of the strongest candidates and one of the nicest that The Apprentice has seen this year. Although she has been on the losing team for the past few weeks both her and Stella (that found themselves on the losing team) have been much more consistent than their project manager, Stuart Baggs. He calls himself Stuart Baggs 'The Brand'. On first impressions that tells you what he is like.

In past weeks he has been seen as aggressive, cocky, arrogant. You name it, Stuart has come across as it. When he won the last time he project managed, his face was punchable to say the least. It had 'smug' written all over it.

Tonight when his team lost even he thought he was going to be out. It was his last chance and he had screwed it up. However it was not Baggs that went, Locke was the candidate the Lord Suger uttered 'You're Fired' to. Much to the anger and surprise of many including her fellow candidates. This was the shock firing of the series and I think in Apprentice history. I would not be surprised if Lord Sugar loses a few followers on Twitter, Locke was one of the favourites to win.

What it does suggest is that reality TV is becoming more hypocritical each day. The Apprentice has always been one of the reality shows that has been seen as more respectable, there are no audience votes and although carefully edited, everything you see on screen is real. It is a sob-story free zone because you do not have the candidates personal lives shoved down your throat, they are business people with one aim, to be the next apprentice.

So, could Baggs win it now? I hope not. If he does I will not be watching The Apprentice next year. Baggs winning would just confirm my hunches after tonights firing that the show is becoming farcical.

A dissertation on drugs

I have three days to write my dissertation proposal. This may not seem like a long time but something inside me thought it was due in tomorrow so I am relieved.

It's only 1600 words as well and doesn't get marked so I am not panicking too much. I have just changed my topic as well at the very last minute.

I had started writing and researching for my proposal before I decided to change my mind. I can be so indecisive sometimes.

I was going to write about how EastEnders tackles domestic violence, paedophilia and bi-polar disorder but have decided to do something more current. Drugs.

Both EastEnders and Emmerdale have tackled drug addiciton this year and Emmerdale are still playing it out on-screen. Both storylines have been tackled very differently with very different characters in very different situations.

What I want to do is try and find out which soap has told the story most realistically. I have a good idea of which one I think has but want to speak to some people to try and answer my question. If anybody has any views on either storyline please let me know. Every opinion will be valid and used in my research.

Now it's back to the proposal

Have I been slacking or busy?

I have not posted on here for over a week. Do not get me wrong, I have been meaning to since Monday but just have not had the time or I have forgotten.

The weekend was really good, probably the best weekend I have had in a very long time. I had some friends up from the place I work in Cornwall and we did not stop laughing from the moment they arrived to the moment they left.

When they arrived on Friday I met them at Paddington Station. The evening was already planned, we were going to see Les Miserables. I was a little wary at first because I did not think it would be the sort of thing I would enjoy. I was right. I did not enjoy it at all and if anything I could not wait for it to finish. The constant singing and lack of speech drove me insane.

Saturday was spent at Camden Lock Market where I bought a 'Matt Cardle hat'. Then a trip down the canal to Little Venice was followed by a trip to Selfridges. I didn't buy anything. The day was rounded off with a meal in an Italian restaurant in Old Compton Street. Most of the laughing took place in here, the atmosphere was enough to make you smile as soon as you walked through the door. The journey home in a rickshaw was just as memorable.

Waking up surprisingly not as hungover as expected on Su

nday and we were all off to the London Dungeons. It was ok but I wouldn't go back in a hurry (and no I wasn't scared!). Next it was onto Winter Wonderland and ice skating. I had so much fun, an hour on the ice was not enough for me and I am itching to get back there, even if I did fall over twice, both in spectacular style (at least I made everyone laugh).

After doing a Torvill and Dean it was off to Hard Rock Cafe for a meal and far too many mojitos. I lost count in the end...the meal was fantastic though, I think!

Monday came far too quickly and we spent the day in Oxford Street, mainly in Primark and Selfridges (you can't get much different than that). A small pub around the corner was also our home for a few hours before it was time to say goodbye. I couldn't believe how fast the long weekend had gone and before I knew it I was back in my cold empty flat in Harrow staring reality in the face. I was doing uni work.

Please get your violins out now.

A busy weekend beckons...

This weekend is going to be mad to say the least. I have got some work colleagues coming up. Friday we are off to see Les Mis in the theatre, something I am skeptical about because it is not the sort of show I would normally choose.

Other plans on the agenda are to go to Camden, Winter Wonderland and maybe the London Dungeons. Therefore I will be posing as a tourist for the next few days.

Nevertheless I am really looking forward to it.

I won't be posting until Monday at the earliest and I will fill you all in on what happened, how much wine was drunk and what I thought of Les Mis.

Today I am...

Keep calm and carry on

"Keep calm and carry on". A term I have been putting into practise, that was until today and I have no idea why it all changed.

I was in my flat, I had written a story for the HA1, rewritten my commission and my pitch and was in quite a good position in terms of work. However I could not get the layout for my HA1 story right. The pictures were affecting the text and it was not going the way I planned.

This was the catalyst and I started thinking about other things and flipped out. Normally I like to think I have a very high tolerance rate but today I was proven wrong.

Another problem was the fact that I was signed into Twitter and sent a tweet that I wish I hadn't now but seemed so apt at the time. It read: "I'm ready to go home now. Uni can take a run and jump off the nearest cliff as far as I am concerned." This prompted a text from a friend who reassured me that I was panicking over nothing and I had infact done quite a bit of work.

So today I went through these three stages...

...tea solves everything and it's even better with some cake thrown in. Now it is time for some wine, I think I've earned it.