Posted by sean on May 27, 2014 at 10:37 pm in Television with No Comments

Well that was something about nothing. Tina’s death on Coronation Street. It was a bit shit. She fell off a wall. In short, Tina met the same demise as an egg from a children’s nursery rhyme.

Had she died like Quint in Jaws, then that would have been cool. You can wave goodbye to your Best Soap Award now, Corrie. OK, Manchester isn’t known for its giant great white shark population, but what about that mammoth cat during the show’s intro? That pussy could swallow you whole and could easily have been used in place of a killer fish.

Another favourite movie death of mine, which could have killed off Tina, was when the Nazis melted in Indiana Jones- Raiders of the Lost Ark. I’m sure Dev has the Holy Grail somewhere in his corner shop, underneath a pile of out of date biscuits.

Finally, anyone remember Speed, when the baddie loses his head on a train. I couldn’t find a YouTube clip for that one. Those pesky anti-copyright guys probably got hold of it. Kill Tina that way. Anyway, but not falling off a wall.

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