I'm not entirely sure if this is a case of Good girl gone bad or Bad girl trying to be good, fallen angel or devil redeemed, but watching her over the years has been like witnessing a car crash followed by a train crash followed by plane crash...and all done with a loveable cheekiness of spirit, a playful laugh and an unfailing instinct for the wrong decision in life.

Where on earth would we be if it weren't for Corrie's delightful and ever dazzling Leanne Battersby?

She hurtles through life like a headless chicken, always brimming with cunning and mischief as she hatches her latest fatally flawed plot, always seeking pleasure and frivolity yet always amusingly endearing and radiating a glowing streetgirl charm.

She's been it all in her time: teenage tearaway, unruly wife, mistress to her fiance's father, lap-dancer, escort, barmaid, restaurateur, conspirator in arson, drug addict and in general a proper little madam, bless her.

I've always felt a great deal of fondness for Leanne and long may she continue to entangle herself in all sorts of scrapes and naughtiness, long may she wear her slightly tarnished halo with pride...long live Leanne, the Eternally Unbalanced Battersby Bombshell!