A couple of months ago, I was sat in a conference hall in Manchester listening to a very important man talk about very important things, whilst sneaking a look at Twitter. Tim and Rach were in the middle of a conversation about Coronation Street tour tickets going on sale, and because I don’t know how to mind my own business, I butted in and demanded to go with them. About 10 minutes later, the tickets were booked and I immediately began to get a bit giddy like a dork.
I haven’t watched Coronation Street for a very long time so I have completely lost touched with what’s going on. However, I spent quite a large proportion of my childhood watching the soap opera with my parents, and I still remember so many story lines – that kind of nonsense never leaves my brain.
Last weekend, we finally made the journey up…
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