KEITH NEWBERY Hat's off to Corrie '“ it's been simply the best for the past half century
It has taken the best part of 50 years, but I’m now convinced this is true.
In 1960, just before Christmas, I watched a new television series called Coronation Street.
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Hide AdEven as a 12-year-old, there was something about the programme – from the first mournful chords of its theme tune to the intricacies of the warm but waspish script – which exerted an unexpected fascination that was to last for the rest of my life.
I then had to endure about 40 years of eye-rolling derision from family and friends as I tried patiently to convince them of Corrie’s extraordinary qualities.
I attempted (unsuccessfully in most cases) to make it clear that Coronation Street is not just a soap opera. It is THE soap opera.
Not only do EastEnders, Emmerdale, Hollyoaks and the trashy imports from Australia not deserve to be on the same planet as Corrie, they do not even belong in the same galaxy.
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Hide AdI’ve enjoyed many a quiet smile upon hearing people bemoan the absence of top-quality family humour on British television in the past 30 or 40 years.
During all that time it has been right there under their noses, because at its very core Coronation Street has essentially been a series of inspired comedy double acts linked by a smattering of melodrama.
It has been sustained over the past half-century by a succession of script writers who have been encouraged to develop the programme’s characters to such an artful degree that one raised eyebrow is all that’s required to get a laugh from the faithful millions.
Such rare gifts for an actor did not escape the attention of Sir Ian McKellen, who announced his intention to fulfil a career-long ambition by appearing in the show for ten episodes in 2005.
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Hide AdThere then ensued a self-conscious burble of interest from the great, the grand, the luvvies, the lefties and all the rest of the self-styled cultural elite in this country.
Perhaps this little Manchester programme had something going for it after all, darling.
But by then it was too late. They had missed out on 45 years of exquisite pleasure.