
Could you wind me up any further? award: Gold Star: Peter and Ken. One's as bad as the other. But I think Ken edges out Peter for prat of the year.
Silver Star: Graeme and Norris. I adore it when Graeme gets Norris all in a tizzy. Current score, Graeme 1, Norris 0.

How not to avoid any arguments award: Ken Barlow, plastering the neighbourhood with posters for a meeting of like minds in the rival bar and he thinks Peter might not find out? Peter would have been better off telling his side of the argument rather than insulting Ken and pulling out of the Christmas arrangements in front of everyone.

Lines of the week:
Carla to Tony on hearing she didn't kill Jimmy: "So you'll go to hell alone, then."
(I can't help it. There aren't many Blancheisms left!)
Blanche: "He got a degree 50 years ago and sits around sucking his pen while he half-does the Guardian crossword. Nowt clever about that!"

Graeme to Gary: "Unarmed combat and withering put-downs. I shall return to work a wounded man!"
Graeme: "I've a vision of someone stepping into a minefield with clown shoes on!"
Sean to Liz's idea that she could be Fairy Godmother: "It's Cinderella. Not Puss in Boots" (HA!)
Rosie: "Somewhere where my assets will be appreciated" (and her belly button too, judging from how low her neckline was)