Sunday 2 August

I came, I drank, I was deflowered. I am no longer a Ping virgin ! Many, many thanks to Alan M and Roofy for organising last Saturday's get together in York. Although I was a little suspicious when I had to sit on my own nursing a pint of Tetley's worst for a while until the advance party arrived from Betty's tea shop somewhat later than planned. Fortunately, I recognised Alan straight away, in his cuddly purple baby-grow with the TV screen on the front !

I think it's fair to say a very fine afternoon was had by all, while for some it was merely the main course of a veritable orgying of Ping'ing starting sometime Friday and continuing on late into Sunday night. There's no satisfying some folks. It was the first occasion I'd met everyone present, and what a nice and relatively normal bunch they all were, too. [And no, that's not intended as an insult.] All of the update writers arrived, along with a host of other regulars from ratucs. I got a bit lost during some of the chat about the IRC channel, it must be said. I'm afraid my steam powered technology here doesn't run to that. We had a quick quiz which was chaired by Alan, and was very tough. Very tough. I think Dewey and I came an honourable 3rd.

Loads of piccies were taken (I think someone mugged a coachload of Japanese tourists), so you can expect to see major character assassination being committed on a web page near you in the not-too-distant future. I ticked the no publicity box, but no-one took a blind bit of notice.

I'll have to draw this to a close now (Alan will be writing a small novel in comparison, so you can get all the real dirt from him) and be off home to get packed for my hols.

Here's a wee update I'd prepared earlier...

Act 1
We open in Rita's Kabin, where Leanne and Ken are busy sorting out the till and the magazines. In comes Alec, wanting to know if the papers went out on time, and why is the back of the shop full of empty boxes ? Both Ken and Leanne are annoyed by Alec's interference, and protest. He announces that is acting in his capacity as Rita's representative, now that they are "an item". Jaws drop all round.

Lorraine and Spider emerge from Auntie Em's house. Spider tells his new love he is worried about Curly. She wants to go out that night, but he thinks it might be best to lie low for a bit. As they walk away, we see Toyah watching from further up the street. Curly arrives and asks her what women see in Spider. She rounds on him: "Even if we didn't see anything in Spider, we still wouldn't see it in a sad old fart like you !". Poor Curly. [And poor Kevin Kennedy, having to watch his character going down the tubes at the same time as sorting out his own personal problems.]

Back in the Kabin, Leanne and Ken are discussing Alec's apparent claims to Rita's affections, when the Big Red One arrives in person. She, too, asks if the papers went out on time. [My paper shop really doesn't seem all that bothered, I think the writers must be harking back to around the time when I was a paper lad and it was a hard life. We had to get up at 4 in t'morning, lick t'road clean wi' our tongues....] Ken tells Rita that Alec has already been in and asked exactly the same question, and goes on to mention Alec's new "status". Rita looks confused, and a little annoyed.

Curly is in his office, glasses off, pulling strange faces in a shaving mirror, apparently trying to look more youthful, or less sad. Alma knocks on his door, and he fumbles with his specs, managing to poke himself in the eye in the process. Alma tells him she has come to pretend to ask him something, as it were. [This is a little confusing, but read on anyway. It made some sort of sense but what was missing was the information about what had prompted it all.] She wonders if they have any plans for all-night shopping. Curly says of course not, he's no intention of catering for sad shift workers and insomniacs. "Tell them I'll report to head office that there'd been an enquiry", he says. "Which of course I won't", he adds. Alma seems to think this is OK. [Glad she understands it. I didn't. But I think we were supposed to imagine this had been a request from a member of staff, or a customer, the local paper, a passing Martian, someone anyway.] She turns to go, but Curly asks her how old she thinks he is. She is a little flustered, and asks "why ask me ?". He mutters something about women over 40 being good at that sort of thing, and she replies "well about that age, actually". "What !! You think I'm over 40 !". Oops. Alma tells him she has offended him. "I'm only 35 !" he says. Alma looks surprised, and he adds "going on 45, obviously !". Well, it just goes to show what clothes do for people, how you judge them by what they wear, Alma proffers by way of a retreat. Curly examines his tie.

Greg "bumps into" Sally in the street, accidentally on purpose no doubt. They make a feeble attempt at talking business while other people walk by, and then lower their voices. Greg asks Sally is she got back alright the night before. She tells him that fortunately, Kevin was half asleep. "I can't stand it, I want to be with you all the time", she admits. "I don't like all this acting." [Nope, we're not 100% on it either, Sally !]

Alec arrives in the Kabin to whisk Rita away for lunch, in his words. Rita in reply asks him if he wants a clout round the head from her handbag. "What's all this, telling everyone we're courting ? Get out !". [And the same question to No 2, Cilla..]

Intermission
I may as well take this bit out of my update template, there's so little to report. I did notice that Pepsi have dropped the Spice Girls ads from their repertoire, no doubt after Geriatric Spice quit. Wonder what that ended up costing ?

Act 2
It's straight back to the Kabin, where Alec has not got out. "Have you forgotten how we'd made up, and were looking forward to the future", he asks. "We had a drink together and a heart-to-heart." Rita simply looks even more confused. "I can't cope with this !". Ken, who has been quietly standing to one side, decides it's time Alec left, as Rita is clearly under a lot of strain.

Spider and Lorraine are out shopping. [Oh dear, Spider, it's all downhill once you start shopping together !] He picks up a pack of veggie bangers and tells her they're very nice in a bun with some mustard. She still wants to go out that evening, and suggests an 80s retro night at a local club. Spider agrees. And who should appear next but Toyah, who also picks up a packet of the same sausages. "Spider loves these", she says. Lorraine pretends to go along with this, telling Toyah they're very nice in a bun with some mustard. Toyah feigns surprise, asking Lorraine if she isn't a dead animal eater. "I'm an omnivore", replies Lorraine. <blank look.> "That means I eat anything !". [CP ! Quiet !!] Toyah isn't giving up easily and asks Spider if he'd like to come round for his tea that night. "Thanks, but I can't. We're going out to that new club. What's it called ?". Lorraine stares into space, but Spider remembers the name after all. Toyah thinks that's a great idea, and she'll come with them. "No way !", says Lorraine, coming back to life, "definitely *not* happening !!". [Nice touch, a bit of authentic yoof-speak there. Although no doubt it was last month's style, and is now hopelessly sad.] Lorraine drags Spider away.

Curly and Alma have been standing just down the aisle from all this. He asks her what women see in Spider. She tells him that Spider has a nice way about him, a warm feeling of self-confidence, and a sense of humour. It goes over Curly's head.

Leanne is off home from the shop, and Ken bids her farewell. Turning up like the proverbial bad penny is Alec again, offering to lock up. Ken tells him that he and Leanne are coping perfectly well without his help - as far as Ken is concerned, *he* is looking after the shop. Alec pleads for some understanding about his position, telling Ken that he isn't playing any sort of game with Rita.

Leanne arrives home, and tosses a packet of cigarettes in Toyah's lap. "Did you knock them off ?", she asks. "Of course not", replies Leanne. Toyah tells her sister this new attitude is down to her Nick, she hardly ever smokes any more either. She offers Leanne a fag, but Leanne turns it down. "You've changed, Leanne." "So have you, since you got keen on that Spider." Toyah confesses she wishes she could change Spider back to the way he was before he met "that tart Lorraine". "He used me", she complains, "now he doesn't care any more". Leanne advises Toyah that she doesn't need him either.

In the Rovers, Maxine is whinging about Greg always making excuses for not seeing her. She tells him that she knows he wasn't doing whatever it was he said he was doing, the day before, because she'd asked Mike and got a different answer. "You'll never get a straight answer from Mike", he explains, "because he thinks every guy's like him, cheating on his wife. Probably thinks he's done me a favour !". "You know where you are with me, I'll always be straight with you", he adds. [Upchuck...] Kevin and Sally enter, Kevin very enthused with something, Sally not. Kevin spots two seats next to Greg and Maxine and asks if they can sit down. Fine, says Maxine. Greg and Sally look awkward. Kevin gets a round in, and starts telling everyone how he's really keen about expanding the garage, and getting into car-dealing. "And it's all down to my lovely wife, and her money !", he beams. Sally looks as if she is waiting for the floor to open up.

Spider and Lorraine are at the club. [Shall I embarrass myself by admitting to knowing what records are playing in the background ? Oh why not. It's Duran Duran.] Spider hasn't made much effort on the clothes front. She wonders if he is enjoying himself. He is. "Did you think I'm too serious to have fun ? You've not seen me in action, have you ?". They head for the dance floor, where Spider demonstrates how to dance like a divvy, version two. [Version one is the foot shuffle where the upper body, including arms is mostly motionless, version two involves exaggerated pointing motions and much rolling of eyes.] Lorraine rolls her eyes in apparent embarrassment, while in the background we spy Toyah looking on approvingly.

Back at the Rovers, Greg is making excuses for himself and Maxine. He's really tired, and is going to take Maxine straight home. Kevin announces that this is a shame, as he was enjoying himself. As Maxine and Greg leave, she asks him why he was feeling tired all of a sudden. [Nothing to do with having to sit and look at your other girlfriend, perhaps ?]

Alma and Mike are chatting, she has obviously been telling him about Curly, and suggests they go and keep him company. "Do we have to ?", asks Mike. They wander over and sit next to our hapless hero. Mike beams and tells him that "Alma says we should come and sit with you - keep your mind off your sad and lonely life !". [He's priceless in these scenes, is Mike !!]

At the disco^h^h^h^h^h nightclub, Spider is having a seriously fab and groovy time, and Toyah is joining in wholeheartedly. Lorraine, on the other hand, is seriously cheesed off, and heads for the bar. [This is all a little close to home. Mrs L goes by the name of Lorraine, too, and where she is a keen dancer, I most emphatically am not. I could be, to borrow a phrase a friend once used about himself, the Douglas Bader of the dance floor. We have had some near-divorce moments whenever there is music and strobe lighting present !]

Rita lets Alec into her flat. He has come to see what he has done to upset her. Rita admits that she cannot remember anything from the previous day's chat at all - it's all a blur. Alec tells her all about it, but her mind remains a blank. She looks very sad, and Alec is genuinely concerned.

Spider finally tracks Lorraine down in a corner of the club. She tells him that she wanted to be there with *him*, not his groupie. He thinks it best if they all just go home. Lorraine wonders why Toyah can't just go on her own, but Spider says she is too young to be making her way home alone.

It's late, and everyone in the Webster household is asleep, apart from droopy Sally who has sneaked downstairs to make a phone call to you know who. [Next to the phone is a happy snap of her and Kevin and the gurls.] The conversation goes along the lines of the typical teenagers in lurve scene, and no doubt viewers are barfing across the country. Sally admits she is insanely jealous of Maxine. Greg says that's why they left the pub so abruptly, he had to get rid of Maxine. Just then, Rowsie comes down the stairs. Sally says she has to go, and adds "I love you". She tells her little girl that she had come downstairs to get something to eat, and was "just talking to myself".

On the other end of the line, Greg too has to explain who he was talking to on the phone. Maxine is emerging from the bathroom in a towel, obviously not at home at all. Greg tells her it was a woman who'd got the wrong number, and she must have been a bit squiffy as she'd seemed quite happy to chat to Greg instead. "Are you trying to make me jealous ?", simpers the simple crimper. "I'll show you how you're the only girl for me", says Greg, and grabs her. Clinch. [More barfing. And Maxine is *so* tanned, it's ridiculous. Why we're supposed to imagine that the likes of her, and Lorraine, and before that Samantha, spend their free time lying under a sun-bed, I cannot imagine.]

A cab arrives and disgorges the dancing queens. Spider shows Toyah to her door, as Lorraine stomps off in the other direction. He runs to stop her, asking her to come back. Lorraine thinks Spider is more interested in Toyah. "I could hardly tell her to get lost", he argues. She tells him he is too soft. He calls her bluff. "Fine ! I'll call you a cab, then ?" Lorraine back-tracks. No, she doesn't want a cab. He asks her if she is planning to spend the night in the bus shelter. That'd be a shame, as Auntie Em is away, and it would've been nice if Lorraine had stayed. Only, he's blown it. Shame. Lorraine gives in, and throws her arms around him. They go inside. [Top man, Spider, quite beautifully done !!]

This episode was written by Maureen Chadwick.

*Much* better tonight. The scene in Curly's office was priceless, and possibly bettered by Spider's display on the dance floor. It's not easy to describe in words, but at one point he was with just his head and hands protruding through a green "curtain" of laser light. [I must look out my Saturday Night Fever outfit and get down and boogie !!]

I'm still missing Ashleh though, I said I'm still missing Ashleh...

Overall rating (out of 5 stars): ****

For the next couple of weeks, you have the pleasure of being updated by Sandy. Or then again, it might be Glyn. Well, once he's sorted out his identity crisis, I'm sure he do a splendid job !

See you soon, John Laird


Monday 3 August

Hi everyone, this is going to be my last late update. I was all ready to get it done within 3 days, but as I ran the tape forward from doing the previous Monday's, it jammed and I couldn't use it any more. Here on Anglia TV our repeat is at 5am the following morning, rather than a weekly omnibus, so I'd missed that. Fortunately Tinky^ sent me his tape, but not in time to update before my holiday. So here I am, 9pm Tuesday 18th August, hoping I can get the bulk of the update done before I have to go to the pub. Thank's Tinky^, the tape will be back in the post today.

Just for a change, we don't open at the Webster's at breakfast, but in the Kabin, where Toyah is perusing teen-mags. (BTW don't let your daughters read 'more' until you've vetted it yourself, unless they're over, say, 21. It's disgusting). Rita is getting snappy with Leanne, commanding her to get the crisps in and leave the papers to her.

A semi-naked Spider (steady, Glenda) comes down to breakfast, and finds Lorraine has already prepared it. And what /is/ that through his left nipple? Looks like a 3 inch spike of wood to me. (BTW the newly liberated Dewey yesterday joined him: a nice titanium ring, and it didn't hurt a bit.) They have a bit of a 'how was it for you' session referring to the night and/or evening before, and we are left not knowing whether they enjoyed Ugandan Relations between the sheets or not. Lorraine teases him about his mothering of RToyah. She then proceeds to floss his teeth with her tongue. Yeurrrrgh.

Cut to RToyah, alone chez Batts. She's taking her magazine's advice on how to catch her ideal man, trying out a new sexy walk, and checking herself out in the mirror - 'make the most of your eyes by looking at your hunks through lowered lids'. The mag's clothing tips don't impress her either. How will she ever get Spider to notice her?

It was too good to last, here we are chez Webster, where RKevin is opening the morning's junk mail. Then there's a letter from the Solicitors telling him that the garage deal with Natalie is nearly complete. Sally senses an argument, and tells the girls to go upstairs to get ready for school, but they don't go. Kevin goes instead, leaving them eating their breakfast. Sally gets cross with them for not doing as they were told.

Toyah, tired of trying seduction tips, goes round to Ken's for her extra-curricular activity. He reads her latest effort, and admits that it's crap, but better crap. Most importantly, she's definitely showing signs of improvement. Ken catches sight of her magazine, which Toyah is embarrassed about, but he reassures her that he doesn't care what she reads, as long as she does read. She bluffs that she only reads it for the cooking articles!

Back to the Kabin, where Rita is getting a bit confused. Why is Leanne humping boxes of crisps around when she should be doing the papers? Leanne explains that she herself told her to do the crisps, but Rita can't remember, nor remember that Toyah was even in the shop that morning.

Ken and Toyah are doing a letter writing exercise. Toyah can't see why letters should be in language different from everyday use. Why can't she just write 'Hiya. Send me the stuff or we'll come round and break your knees, love Toyah.' Ken explains that Real Life is different because of the body language, that can't be conveyed in a letter. Hasn't he heard of smileys? He suggests that as Toyah thinks the magazine is crap, she should write a letter to the editor describing how they could improve it. Toyah is reluctant, assuming they wouldn't bother to even read it, but agrees to go along with it as an exercise. One of her reasons for thinking it's crap is that it's full of lads with no shirts on, that's naff. He tries to encourage her to think her objections through - not just saying it's naff, but why it's naff. She wants the magazine to concentrate less on getting off wi' lads, and more on dangerous sports, like quad-biking. Shouldn't she be buying What Quad Bike or Bungee Jumping Digest?

Ken is surprised that she's not interested in boys, but she tells him that she 'goes for older men'. Ken's involuntary body language causes her to add 'I said older men, not geriatrics'. LOL!

Again we visit the Kabin, where Leanne tells Alec that she's getting worried about Rita and her forgetfulness. Roy is unnecessarily sarcastic, questioning how there could be more room in her mind to be worried about Rita. Leanne tells him straight that although they don't see eye to eye, she doesn't want him moving in and taking control. He tells her not to be concerned, Rita is just a little tired. Smelling a rodent, Leanne demands 'what's up', which nicely coincides with Rita coming in from the back, all smiles, to reiterate the question. Alec, caught out, is saved by the arrival of Vera, teasing him that she can always find him behind a bar or a counter, but wouldn't it be nice if he was behind the bar of the Rovers occasionally? Rita explains that he's only doing her a favour while she gets better, but knowing him she'll have to return it. He'll probably get her working behind the Rovers bar sometime. This is something Vera doesn't want to hear, and she begins to think Alec has a plot to get the Duckies out and Rita in.

Ken is very impressed with Toyah's letter to the editor describing the research she has done which indicates that coverage of extreme sports would be welcome. The spelling was a bit suspect, but they've put that right, and it was the content that was important. He puts it in an envelope and sees Toyah out. Toyah tells him that he's dead good as a teacher - why wasn't he like that at school? She's having second thoughts about sending the letter, so Ken takes it off her to make sure it gets posted.

As he walks to the postbox we cut to Curly who has spotted Martin outside the Kabin. He goes over to suggest they have a night out soon, but Martin's diary is fully booked - he's on nights. Still, the whole scene was just a plot device to get Martin in position to be pumped for medical knowledge by Alec. Alec admits that everyone takes advantage of Martin's medical capacity, and that he wants to do the same. Martin, to his credit, admits that he knows nothing about Carbon Monoxide Poisoning, and suggests a visit to Rita's GP might be a better idea. Is this the first time he hasn't known everything required for a Street regular's medical position?

Our Toyah is a busy lass, now she's cleaning tables in Roy's Rolls. Spider and Lorraine arrive, and Toyah uses a line from her 'get your man guide' - 'do you have a wide and varied wardrobe? Then you could do clever things with co-ordinated separates.' Lorraine is confused until Toyah comments that she is wearing the same clothes as she did in the club last night. Lorraine really enjoys rubbing it in that she hasn't been home to change yet. RToyah certainly didn't want to hear that!

END OF PART ONE

RToyah, who was not impressed with Lorraine's order of scrambled egg and bacon, fairly throws the plate on the table. Lorraine thinks she is a stroppy little madam, and can't understand how a veggie can work in a cafe serving animal products. It'd be like her being anti-alcohol, yet working in the Rovers. Spider tells her that 'she gets confused, but she's all right is Toyah.'

Leanne wants to know what's bugging RToyah, who indicates towards Lorraine, and explains how she stayed with Spider last night. Leanne suddenly understands, and takes the bacon roll that Toyah has given her, and goes to Spider's table for the ketchup. Oh dear, her squeeze on the bottle slips, and Lorraine's white blouse begins to look like it needs a hot wash with Persil. 'I am so, so sorry', says Leanne with minimal sincerity, 'I do hope you don't have to go home and change your top'.

Alec is fussing over the magazines and periodicals while Alma tells Rita how nice it is to have her back in the saddle. As Alma leaves, having cancelled the papers for the weekend, Rita catches Alec looking at her strangely. He claims that he's just looking at her because he's glad to have her back, but Rita is not convinced.

RToyah is still following her magazine's advice - 'take the initiative, go round to his house, he's probably only watching telly anyway, and will be glad to see you.' Snatching up some of the many clothes lying around, she hurries out of the scene.

For a change of scene, we go to Underworld, where Blandford sits with Sally to talk about Kevin, the garage etc. It isn't easy talking in that situation, and he has to cover up when they might be overheard.

'What are you up to?' says Spider, admitting RToyah. 'Oh, just taking the initiative, y'know how it is'. She's wearing an embroidered cotton blouse (with sleeves far too long), and curiously, Les's brown leather gilet. She tries to get all sexy and sensuous, and asks Spider what he thinks about age differences in couples. He says he's never really thought about it, which Toyah takes as encouragement. Lorraine arrives, post-bath, and joins in, agreeing that there's very little difference in their ages, and then asking why Toyah wants to know - is it a school project or something? Toyah has to twist it back to Lorraine, and tells her that it is a project on why so-called vegans go out with people who eat meat. Lorraine asks her why she is wearing leather? 'No, it's not /her/ jacket', says Spider, 'it's her Dad's. <Thinks a moment> Why /are/ you wearing it?' A crestfallen Toyah runs out when Lorraine describes the quiet night in she is planning with Spider.

Curly is being miserable into his pint, declaring to Betty that he is a 'nothing happening person'. Baldwin rubs it in by agreeing. Curly declines another pint and states that he might just run away to London to seek fame and fortune, and find somebody new. Baldwin can't miss another opportunity to belittle Curly - ' Get a life - what could they see in you?' Alma goes into protect friendship mode and tells Curly not to take any notice of Mike, but all the same, he could look very attractive if he made a bit of an effort.

We cut to Kevin telling Natalie that he's had the Solicitors' letter, and it'll soon be all over, they'll be free of each other.

Ken comes in for a pint, and Vera wants to know what Alec's up to. Ken doesn't know, but agrees that Alec has got his feet firmly under the counter at the Kabin.

RToyah is getting increasingly upset about failing to get Spider to notice her. In her frustration she tears up her magazine, turns on some loud music, and disappears upstairs.

As we saw before, loud music chez Batts is still loud in Emily's parlour, and it is there that we find Spider doing his strange dancing, to Lorraines evident amusement. He's wearing a rather wonderful T shirt showing all of Stonehenge round his waist. I want one! Although for me it would need to include the Avebury Stone Circle, and prolly the Circle Line too just to get round my waist. Lorraine is so amused she joins in, and, naturally, they have another osculatory session. An unusual scene, no dialogue, just a few giggles from Lorraine.

Curly comes home from a hard day's supermarket managing, and finds the second post. He ploughs through the junk mail until he reaches an Airmail envelope from Kuala Lumpur. After the pleasantries, Raquel gets straight to the point - she has met somebody special - Justin - and she wants a divorce. Curly can't take this in with the noise of Toyah's music. (Note the copy of PC Plus on the table - proof that Curly is, or aspires to be, computer literate)

It's closing time at the Kabin, and Leanne is preparing to leave. She tells Rita that she's very pleased that Rita's back, and getting better. This is news to Rita, she has no recollection of being ill. Just then Alec arrives, who confirms that she has been ill, but is better now. Rita starts to get hysterical, and through her sobbing, tells him how frightened she is. He tries to comfort her, but she is sure that she is losing her mind. With her head in her hands just like Edvard Munch's 'The Scream', she sobs into the closing credits.

Episode written by Peter Mills.

Dewey


Wednesday 5 August

The first draft of this week's update contained a long introductory spiel about the 'cult of celebrity', but on second reading I decided it was too much like some pseudo-sociological tract and got rid of it. All I wanted to say was the fact that a lot of celebrities are cults - and there, but for the grace of a single consonant, go most of them - is quite understandable. After all, most people lead lives of such utter tedium and joylessness that they are only too glad to enjoy vicarious fame and fortune through the lives of their favourite celebrities. What I can't understand, however, is why people who have relatively varied and fun-filled social lives, and who are on the surface happy and 'sorted', should want to worship at the shrine of celebrity. For example, what makes someone like my old mate Mike Plowman want to camp out for three nights just to get Ainsley Harriot's autograph? Why does the relatively sane and 'together' Graham Allsopp run the sole UK fanclub for the Krankies? What on earth motivates a normal young woman like Glenda Young (normal, that is, apart from the chronic Dettol addiction) to spend her annual fortnight's holiday in a run-down B&B in Birmingham, simply because the actor who played Benny in "Crossroads" once stayed there? And why does my dear friend Tracy Roketta persist in writing letters of proposal to Barry Manilow? (Tracy, dearest, was the photocopy that I sent you of his Barbra Streisand Appreciation Society membership card not enough to convince you?). It really is baffling.

My mother is just as bad. During a recent phone call she told me how excited she was to have actually met someone who knew the cousin of a woman who'd had a non-speaking walk-on part in Eldorado. (I suppose this makes my mother a minor celebrity thrice removed). Personally I've never been into the celebrity bit. I guess it's because I spent several months of my youth behind the bar of the Albany Hotel in Birmingham, and thus know only too well what arseholes some of these celebrities can be. (I shan't name names, but "it'll be a great night if you play your cards right." *That* particular arsehole once gave me a barrage of verbal abuse simply because I forgot to put ice in his Scotch). Some, however, are truly affable people and a pleasure to be with. Les Dawson, whom I served on numerous occasions, was a 24-carat gem, as was the inimitable Larry Grayson. Another gem was the late Beryl Reid, who once gave me almost half-an-hour of her time to talk about her roles in "The Killing Of Sister George" and "Entertaining Mr Sloane", before advising me to get a university education rather than go to drama school, which had been my original intention. That the Establishment didn't honour her during her lifetime by making her a Dame is a total scandal, but that's by the by. (I've never been decorated with anything and probably never will be; I've been 'whitewashed' enough times, but never decorated. I can't see HM ever giving *me* an OBE. Not that I want one, really. I'd much prefer a knighthood. That's the one where you have to kneel down and kiss the Queen's ring, isn't it? Should be no problem: I've got years of practice, after all).

Other celebrities I've met in less than salubrious circumstances, to say the least. As a teenager, I used to frequent this really posh hotel, The Grosvenor, in Birmingham which was also a club for friends of Dorothy (and sisters of Sappho), and many's the time I've bumped into the guy who played Adam Chance in "Crossroads". Come to think of it, I don't know why they didn't shoot "Crossroads" in the Grosvenor, given the number of cast members I've seen in there. Once I actually danced with the black guy who played the motel mechanic, and Noelle Gordon could often be seen there too, prancing around without a bra and pinching people on the bum (I kid you not - these memories are etched in stone).

But the incident I remember best is the one which changed my attitude to celebrity for good. Years ago - I couldn't have been much older than nineteen - I was answering the call of nature in an (eminently straight and respectable) London hotel when who should walk in and take up his position at the adjoining urinal but the one-and-only George Best! Now as it happens, George was *my* boyhood icon and I couldn't believe my eyes. What a singularly inopportune moment at which to come face-to-face with one's old object of worship! My first instict, understandably, was to shake the great man's hand, but extricating my own hand from the job it was engaged in would have probably meant spraying the poor chap in the process, so I just stood there, awe-struck and totally lost for words. When I eventually found a voice, it was to say something mundane like "George, I'd just like to say what a pleasure it always is to watch you play" - the kind of stuff that he'd probably heard a million times - but in my flustered state it came out something like "George, I'd just like to say what a pleasure it always is to watch you piss." The fact that I turned beetroot-red was enough to prove that I'd said it totally unintentionally, and he laughed good-naturedly while I fumbled through an apology. It is disconcerting enough to stand talking to one's idol while both of you have your family jewels in your hand without making a gaffe as awful as that on top of everything else. Anyway, when we'd both zipped up and washed our hands, he gave me his autograph and I repaired to the bar to tell my friends whom I'd just seen. "So dish the dirt," said one of them, "and tell us whether he's hung like a horse or not." They didn't believe me when I told them that I hadn't even noticed. "Who cares whether he's hung like a horse?" I said. "The fact that he's human and needs to piss like the rest of us is breaking my heart!"

My final bit on celebrity involves HRH Prince of Wales, who recently came up to Durham to receive an honorary doctorate or something. And I stood him up!! I was one of a select few from the Social Sciences Faculty invited to "mingle with the Prince at an informal finger buffet" or words to that effect. The problem was that it clashed with our own department's finalists' leaving ceremony, and if it's a toss-up between saying goodbye to my own students and hobnobbing with Charlie, I'm afraid Charlie loses out every time. (Besides, I thought, what would I have said to him? "Sorry about the smash-up in Paris"? "Why did you ditch Di for someone who looks like Audrey Roberts in the first place?" "Does Camilla do 'colours'?" And what would he have said to me? I reckoned I was better off out of it. Besides, if he'd wanted to have cut the crap with some pathetic old queen, he could have simply phoned his mother). It's a shame in a way, because I would have got to say hello - again - to our Chancellor, the wondrous Peter Ustinov. Ustinov's is the signature that our students get on their degree certificates - unlike in my student days here in Durham when Margot Fonteyn was Chancellor. I've got her signature on both my undergraduate *and* postgraduate degree certificates, a fact which I bear like the cross it surely is. I'll never forget my mother's snide little remark when I showed her my certificates. "You spend years and years studying," she said, "and all you have to show for it is a piece of paper signed by some sodding ballerina!" I've never lived it down, believe me.

Anyway, enough celebrity gossip for one week. Onwards and upwards we go to the update:

The episode opens chez Big Red Spice, who's been forgetting things again. (The first thing she's forgotten is that candlewick dressing gowns went out about the same time as ration books. There's something for you to think about as the nights draw in). Alec tells her that she really needs to see her GP. Carbon monoxide poisoning can bring bouts of chronic forgetfulness in its wake, and it's best that she has a word with her friendly doctor. Rita nods in agreement, then instantly forgets what he's said. "Is Len home from work yet?" she asks. "And has Elsie Tanner brought me that knitting pattern back? The brazen hussy has had it for almost a month. I'm halfway through that off-the-shoulder poncho and it would be just like her to beat me to the punch. And what about the papers? You'd better nip down and see whether Mavis has done them or not. Probably not. No doubt she's slumming it in Southport with that young Gerry whatsisname, who's no better than he should be. And where's Lucille Hewitt when you need her?" Alec tut-tuts and makes a mental note to get Big Red to the GP pronto.

Out in the Street, Toyah is propping up the wall outside her house and pouting sulkily into middle distance. Yes, she's in the doldrums, and the reason for her unhappiness - Spider - is just a few yards behind her, swanning down the cobbles with Embalmed Spice glued to his arm. Spider says hello to Toyah but, understandably, she blanks him. (And anyone who would reproach her for this will have me to deal with! Toyah is a goddess - along with Janice by far the best thing to happen to CS in years - and I will forgive her anything). Embalmed Spice tells Spider to ignore her; she then suggests that while Aunty Em is away, they should throw a party. Spider is enthusiastic and they set a date: this coming Friday, at around 7.30, which ties in nicely with that evening's episode broadcast.

Toyah continues to sulk once Spider and Embalmed Spice have gone, and is comforted in her moment of need by Leanne. (Leanne is sporting a T-shirt with the number 22 on it, one 2 per breast. Is this some kind of statement? Is there a new sub-duvet position - a 22 - that I've yet to hear about, let alone try out? I'm not really in favour of T-shirts with slogans emblazoned across them, although I did wear one once as a dare. It was a canary yellow effort with heavy black print which said: "My boyfriend went to Sitges and all he brought back for me was this lousy T-shirt. Oh, that and herpes." The herpes bit was in small print - so small that you practically had to risk catching herpes just to read it). Anyway, Leanne consoles Toyah as best she can, while Toyah tries to shrug the whole thing off and appear 'cool'. (You don't even have to try, Toyah dearest, because you are far and away the coolest thing to hit those cobbles in decades).

Cut to some dreary local surgery. Rita has had her candlewick dressing gown surgically removed and is now deep in conversation with her physician. He, for his part, looks like a slightly delapidated version of that Bonnington fellow who climbs mountains, presumably just because they're there. (Isn't that a wonderful answer? Why do you climb mountains? Because they're there! Years ago I tried to use the same line of reasoning when my mother asked me why I fancied our next door neighbour's nineteen-year old son. "Because he's there, mother," I said, hoping my stupid answer would put paid to her stupid questions. "Well in that case we'll move to number 45," she said. "It's at the end of the row and the only neighbour you'll find there is a sixty-seven year old man with senile dementia and halitosis that could strip paint. Then we'll see who's boss." I think my mother was trying to make a point, but her non-sequitur threw me and I gave up). Anyway, Rita tells the GP that she has headaches, fatigue, drowsiness - and she keeps forgetting things. The GP tells her that such symptoms are quite understandable, given that she's just had a near-death experience with a faulty heater. However, she should feel better in time, time being a great healer in more ways than one. However, although she will improve with time, it would be better - in the short-term anyway - to have someone to look after her. Big Red says that she has a very kind neighbour, Alec Gilroy, who often looks out for her. Alec is duly called in, but he sets the cat among the pigeons by suggesting that Rita sell the shop and retire. One thing that Big Red has definitely not forgotten and that's How To Go Ballistic. Alec's suggestion sends her into unbridled apoplexy. The GP makes a note on her record: "Hysterical woman in obvious advanced stages of menopause", before shouting: "Next!"

Back in the Street, Curly is telling Alma about the letter from Raquel. He adds that he's tired of playing Mr Nice Guy and that if Raquel wants a divorce, she's got another thing coming. (Well, Curly, it's precisely because she's got another thing coming - Justin in Kuala Lumpah - that she wants a divorce, but I shan't rub it in. In fact, once Viagra comes onto the market, no man will ever have to rub it in again, but that's a different story).

At the cafe, Spider tries to make amends with lovesick Toyah, but the Goddess is having none of it. She tells him that since he's been hanging round Embalmed Spice - another little tart who's no better than she should be - he hasn't had time for her. Spider tries to reassure her that that is not the case, but Toyah sends him away with a flea in his ear. (Given that he probably never washes his ears, it won't be lonely then, will it? There's probably enough wax in Spider's ears to make a small model of Sheena Easton as it is.)

In the Rovers, Weatherfield's answer to Eva Peron - Audreh Roberts - is chatting to her friend and mentor, Fred Elliot. Audreh says that she rues the day she ever decided to become a councillor, given all the work that she has to do. Fred tells her that her career as councillor would be enlivened considerably if they could think of a really big event for the millenium celebrations that would put Weatherfield on the map. (Don't talk to me about the millenium celebrations. I've already written to Peter Mandelson to tell him to scrap his idea for a Millenium Dome. I said, "You should move with the times and plan a Millenium Cottage instead", but I got no answer. There's another celebrity who's no better than he should be. I even wrote to Gateshead council and told them that their bloody great Angel is a mistake too. Knowing what I know of Gateshead, a Rent Boy of the North would be a much more appropriate statue. I got no answer to that either. New Labour? Well they've got a lot to answer for in the correspondence department, I can tell you.).

Anyway, at this point, Fred appears to go into what can only be described as a catatonic trance. "Fred, what's wrong?" says Audreh. "I've got it!" shouts Fred triumphantly. "The world's biggest sausage!"

Now Fred is not making any claims here. When he says "I've got it", then follows this up with the words "the world's biggest sausage", he is not bragging. What he means is that he's thought of an idea that would put Weatherfield on the map. Produce the world's biggest sausage and you'll have Norris McWhirter knocking at your door before you can say "Irish terrorist".

"Oh, Fred, you can't be serious," says Audreh. But Fred is more serious than he's been in quite a while. "How would you," he says, "like to be the woman behind the world's largest sausage?"

Well, I can spot a double-entendre blindfolded at three hundred paces, and this was a double-entendre like no other I've ever heard on CS. [Well, given that it's from the pen of the wondrous John Stevenson, 'sausage' simply *has* to be be a double-entendre. Incidentally, did you know that the French don't say 'double-entendre'? No, they say 'double-entente', but then the French are a law unto themselves and can get away with anything. Look at Sacha Distel.)

The 'sausage' business runs through most of the rest of the episode like a leitmotif; at one point, Vera tells Alfeh that Fred has been talking to Audreh 'about his sausage', while Jack tells Fred that the only record he would ever win would be not for the world's largest sausage, but for the world's smallest. Now I thought I was unsubtle, but is John Stevenson trying to tell us something about 'size' here? Well of course he is. So I'll add my twopennyworth while it's still fresh in my mind.

On the subject of size, I always think back to a line in "The Prime Of Miss Jean Brodie", one of my favourite films. "Six inches," says Miss Brodie, "is more than adequate; anything more than that is vulgar!" Ostensibly, of course, Miss Brodie is describing the extent to which a window should be left open, but we are all old enough to read between lines.

As for the phrase "size isn't everything", well that was obviously coined by an under-endowed man with a grudge. Okay, so no-one could seriously claim that they actually enjoy making out with a guy so large that he could double as a tripod in his spare time, but on the other hand I've never known anyone fall over themselves to sleep with a man simply on the basis that he is rumoured to be hung like a squirrel. And I've never seen a porno film in which the leading lady moans, "Oh, give it to me, small boy!" Nor is there a market for cosmetic 'penis reduction' surgery, as far as I'm aware. And the chat-up line "I've got a prick the size of a Twiglet" probably wouldn't work, although I'd have to ask someone like Diego Maradona about that one. (If you saw the picture of him in the shower that was shown on 'Fantasy Football' you'll know *exactly* what I'm talking about. It was incredible: I've seen more meat on a vegetarian's toothpick).

Anyway, I guess it's not how much you've got, but what you do with it. And I think I'll leave it at that, don't you?

Anyway, Curly stymies Fred's plan when he tells him that the world's longest sausage - according to the Guiness Book of Records - is about 30 miles long. Fred knows that he couldn't possibly emulate that, so begins to rethink his plans. What about the world's largest black pudding? (Someone in our household made a joke about Linford Christie at this point, but knowing how litigious he is, I shan't repeat it). Or the world's largest meat pie? Or how about the world's largest hotpot? Well in the end none of his ideas go down that well, and so he cuts his losses and drags Audreh off for a meal. Vera has seen all of Fred's flirting with Audreh and tells Martin Platt that he should warn his mother-in-law to be on her guard. And as I said a few moments ago, when Alfeh comes into the Rovers, Vera has a field day telling him that Fred has been regaling Audreh with stories about his sausage. Alfeh, of course, is not best pleased, but then no man likes to think that his wife has other men's sausages on her mind.

The rest of the episode was disappointingly lacklustre, I'm afraid. Spider invites Toyah to his party; she says she's got other things planned for Friday night, but is secretly delighted to have been asked. Embalmed Spice tells Spider that he should ignore Toyah's orchestrations towards him, and that she simply has a teenage crush; Spider says that it would be a shame to alienate Toyah and risk her losing her ideals and her spirit. Oh, and Vera overhears Alec and Rita talking about possible retirement - but catches only the part where he says that he is tired of working with two stooges like the Duckworths, and would much rather run the place on his own. This convinces Vera - who listens behind doors with even more aplomb than my mother - that Alec wants to buy her and Jack out and install Big Red behind the bar of the Rovers.

The final shot is of Big Red locking up the Kabin for the night - but forgetting to take the key out of the lock before she goes. Does this mean that a burglary is in the offing? I fear so. It's called 'foreshadowing with a sledgehammer', I think.

And that's me done for another week.

Love and hugs,

CP


Friday 7 August

Hallo Little Budgies!

It's approximately quarter past eight on a Sunny Friday evening and I'm sitting at my desk, cold(ish) beer by my side, the stereo humming softly, all ready to step into the Almighty Shoes of Sir Alan "Tinky Winky" My- left-cheek who is currently preoccupied getting his purple baby-grow dry cleaned. Bear with me here, folks, since while I may have done a Weekly Update not so long ago this is my first Daily Update and, from what I hear, it's not as easy to do as the Weekly One. Let's find out shall we?

[Tonight's episode is sponsored by Cadbury's Astro's, the confectionary product to boast the most alarming slogan I've ever seen: "So delicious, they're doomed!" Doomed??? Who on Earth wants their chocolates to be "doomed"? I certainly don't, so needless to say, I'll be staying well away from Cadbury's Astro's...]

We open innocuously enough with Toyah jogging out of the front door (in a jogging suit, no less) to chirpily greet Leanne, who is up early to do the papers for Rita. They exchange words about Spider's party, which has been planned for tonight, en route to the Kabin and then, lo and behold, arrive to find the place has been ransacked. There's mess all over the floor, the cigarettes have been robbed and a weary-faced Leanne exclaims the rather restrained "OHHH NO!"

Cut to Curly Watts in his dressing gown, who is practicing his impression of Droopy The Dog in the mirror, by pulling his face into a variety of interesting mutations, obviously still feeling self-concious about the way he looks (I fail to see how this face-pulling exercise will make him feel better in this respect...). This ridiculously brief interlude is quickly followed by yet another split-second scene of Leanne hammering on Rita's door and telling an irate Alec Gilroy about the Kabin break-in. Stressed Alec is as frantic as ever, dashing off, "Keystone Cops"-style, into the store.

Meanwhile, in the cafe, a fully dressed Curly (that was quick!) is ordering a bacon buttie from Toyah. Toyah tells him, excitedly, about what happened at the Kabin and Curly 'tut tuts' and feels sorry for Rita. RToyota obviously has other things on her mind as she's quick to change the subject over to Spider's Party and is more than a little obvious in intent, trying to weasel it out of Curly that he still has a crush on Lorraine. He gets all defensive and she tells him he's "too straight" and needs to get a haircut, some new clothes and just generally make himself more interesting. "Oh cheers", groans Curly, "you really know how to start a person's day off don't you?"

Just as Curly leaves, the one and only Fred Elliot makes a typically rowdy entrance, demanding a slice of currant bread with "real butter and none of that chemical nonsense" in the way that only Fred Elliot can. It turns out he's here to meet RAlfeh, who is already seated at one of the tables. Alf seems techy and Fred asks him what's bothering him. "I'll tell you what's bothering me, Fred Elliot" he spits, "YOU ARE. You and your involvement with my wife!" Fred looks suitably taken off-guard, fearing that his lurid plans for "the Fragrant Lady" may just have been rumbled.

Alec and Rita are standing in the ruins of the Kabin's display, picking things up and waiting for the police to arrive. Alec is adamant on calling the insurance company but Rita is quite certain it's her fault for leaving the key in the front door. She isn't 100% sure and Alec plays on this, obviously wanting to squeeze as much money as possible from the insurance. She catches on quick and expresses she's "not about to start lying for the sake of some fags". Alec tries his best to change her mind and in the end they reach a compromise. He will call the insurance company but he makes a promise to Rita there will be no "half-truths". (Oddly, "out and out lies" are not ruled out...)

Back in the Cafe, Fred is trying (badly) to explain himself to Alfeh regarding his plans for Audreh and the world's longest sausage. (Updater's Note: If you've not read the Update for Wednesday's Episode, I suggest you do so or else you could be fooled into thinking I'm talking about something *very* rude here...) Alf is having none of it and demands to know why Fred took his wife out to dinner last night. Fred says in a very matter-of-fact tone it was a "Simple working meal to evaluate the probable advantages of such a project in advancing her Council Career." Pah! As if! The Lecherous Liver-Merchant had only one thing on his mind and as Alf points out in possibly the most blatant innuendo I've ever seen on The Street: "YOU KEEP YOUR SAUSAGE TO YOURSELF!!" The mind boggles...

Now we move over to another poor soul who's "unlucky in love", Curly Watts again, this time creeping around Fringes By Fiona looking for the Missing Muppet. She's not present and Maxine asks if she can help. Curly says he supposes she can and asks to be booked in for a lunch appointment, arousing Max's attention when he points out he's after more than just a trim, a complete overhaul in fact. She says she's got plenty of pictures he can choose from and a delighted but nervous Curly says he looks forward to seeing them at Lunchtime... Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Returning to the Kabin where Alec & Rita are still wading through the wreckage, Alec discovers a whole pile of FINAL NOTICE bills lying around on the floor. He sweeps them up and hides them from the Big Red One as she informs him he's due over at The Rover's for a meeting with the Duckworth's. At the Rover's Vera, who has suddenly become the Queen of Paranoia, is rabbiting away to Jack about how worried she is that Alec is plotting some nefarious scheme with Rita to out the Duckies from the Rovers' staff. Jack attempts to be the voice of reason, explaining that they have a legal contract which states they own half the pub, but Vera harps on about some far-fetced buying out nonsense. The scriptwriters appear to be going nowhere fast with this one as I'm falling asleep. Alec enters soon afterwards and in a boring, stilted scene which really makes no use at all out of three great actors, they fart around the "Is this partnership still solid?" question. A confused Alec assures them it is as long as they stop pulling him away from "important business" to answer "stupid questions". Vera gets all snotty about Alec's "important business" stating that "a cuppa tea with Rita Sullivan is hardly important" before Alec drops the bombshell about the recently done over Kabin. Vera looks highly embarrassed. I was looking equally embarrassed at what a poorly written and largely pointless scene this was.

END OF PART ONE

The ad-break is duller than usual, which is saying something! As Frank Zappa once sang "Plastic People... You gotta go-oh... Plastic People.. You gotta go-oh"... Does *anyone* in real life look *anything* like these ad-people do? If I ran into one of these people on the street, I'd be scared! I'd think the Robots were taking over the Earth! So the less said about the break the better, let's move swiftly along to...

PART TWO
An unusually flirty Maxine greets Curly with enthusiasm in the Salon, anxious to go through his shopping bags. She expresses delight in his choice of new clothes contained within the bags and he moans that it cost him a fortune. She sits him down and tells him she has an idea for the perfect haircut. As she fiddles with his fringe in the style we've become accustomed to she *gasp* notices he has *gasp* had his ear pierced! Twice in one ear, no less! She says it's "really cool" but it looks tres daft. Upon seeing a picture of the haircut she plans to give him, Curly yelps concern that "it's a bit bold" (bold, not bald... thank GOD!) but Maxine says it "makes a statement" and as she wraps a sheet over Curly's body, he looks at his own reflection, terrified, and gulps "Let's make a statement." I don't want to go against the grain here, but I think Tracy Shaw and Kevin Kennedy need to have more scenes together. She actually seems to act a lot better around him, I've noticed, and in this scene, pulled off a reasonable performance... Well, for a muppet, anyway. ;))

David Copperfield has a disguised cameo role now as a young man in a lumberjack shirt. As Alec escorts the said young man out of the Kabin and thanks him for his help we then see that the whole store has been restored to normal and there isn't so much as a scratch on the wallpaper. What can I say? It must be magic! He also, in an uncharacteristic act of generousity, gives Leanne a tenner "for all her help" and sends her to lunch. He then, awkwardly, approaches Rita (who's shoulder-pads are reaching Dallas Proportions) and shows her the FINAL NOTICE bills he picked up earlier. She is very briefly angered that he read them but then berates herself for being so forgetful. He comforts her and sends her off to bed, promising to sort them all out, then come up and settle them with her after Leanne gets back.

The Rover's: Mike Baldwin is chatting to Gruesome Greg about "knicker parties" which is badly explained (before the watershed, I guess, or maybe just poor writing) but appears to be a kind of Ann Summers-esque concept, through which Baldwin gets to send a representative or two out to someone's house to model knickers... (Just to let you know... I'm not making this up) Baldwin suggests that Liz McDonald is sent out to be the model (!!) and in the only good line I've ever seen Greg deliver he says, flabbergasted, "Don't you think she's a bit... cheap looking? She might frighten your regular housewives off!" (and to think they say the producers don't read RATUCS!!! LOL!) Greg then offers an alternative in, yup you guessed it, Sally Webster. Mike says she'll never do it, but Gruesome Greg winks: "Leave it with me"...

Just then, Les Battersby makes a welcome return to the cast as he enters the Rovers' and approaches the Knicker Party Debating Society. Baldwin beats a hasty retreat and Les starts yapping about Spider's party, wondering if Greg wants to gate-crash it with him since "there's free nosh and there's bound to be plenty of ale"! Greg says he has other plans and Les enquires if that might be plans of a female nature. "Could be" replies the woodentopped smarmy git.

A deadly dull exchange occurs now in Rita's flat between her and Alec as he tells her about her bills and then offers her a holiday. She doesn't feel up to being alone right now but Alec's already booked her in for a nice break with Mavis Wilton in the Lake District. Aww. Rita makes excuses but Alec has a plaster for every sore. In the end she agrees to taking the trip and even looks vaguely excited at the prospect.

...And now it's party time at Spider's house and some awfully generic techno music (must be Lorraine's...) is playing while young, brightly- clothed people bop around. Spider, who now seems to be joined at the shoulder with his Siamese Twin, Lorraine, stands chatting with Leanne and Nicky The Plank about the Kabin break-in. Leanne, bottle of Metz (Metz, not Meths!!) in hand, slurs something about CID coming to dust down the place. Toyah is lurking around nursing a massive 2 litre bottle of Olde English Cider and looking a tad worse for wear... Ut oh! I spy with my little eye something beginning with T... TROUBLE!!! :)

The doorbell rings and Spider takes Toyah with him to answer it, as she appears on the verge of starting a fight with Lorraine and he warns her about the strength of that Cider. As they talk, Whoopsie Boy (who is looking camper than ever with extra-fluffy Timotei-enhanced blonde locks) minces past the both of them and opens the door to the New-Look 1990's Essential Well-Hard Crucial Remix of Curly Watts.

I must be well out of touch with fashion since, despite everyone at the party (including Lorraine of all people!) saying how swank Curly looks, I thought he looked like Moron Of The Month. Bob Hope-style golfing trousers accompanied a garish orange shirt, black leather jacket, bleach- blonde hair and tinted 80's glasses (once again folks, I should stress, I'm *not* making this up..). Toyah talks to Lorraine about how "fanciable" the new Curly looks but, although Smiley Spice is clearly impressed by him she says "I'd rather stick to Spider". Toyah seethes, gulps some more cider down and a major confrontation seems inevitable...

Back at the Rovers' Paranoid Vera is *still* going on and on at poor ol' Jack about losing the pub (Please writers, put us out of our misery! If they're going to lose it, let them lose it quick, leave out the conspiracy theories already!!!) this time suspecting that Rita will retire from the Kabin and take Alec with her, leaving Jack & Vera to find a new partner... Or some such rubbish. In all honesty, this storyline is brushing shoulders with the Greg/Sally one in the boredom stakes.

On the other side of the bar, The Gruesome One Himself is chatting with the increasingly perverted Fred Elliot, who seems to be drunk. He's asking Greg about his conquests with women and wondering if the rumours are true that Greg has all the women in the street wanting him, married or single. Woodentop gets worried, thinking Fred knows about *whisper* the affair but then Fred launches into a tirade about how messing with married women can cause a man stress. Greg says "I wouldn't know" and then in a wonderfully timed bit of irony ALF *and* SALLY enter the pub at the same time!

The Portly Letch excuses himself, Alf seemingly vanishes into thin air and Sally takes to the bar beside Big Chief Woodentop. She orders "two cans of lager and two packets of cheese and onion crisps" which is quite pathetic considering she could have got these items far more convieniently and at half the price down the local off-license. Of course, the fact that she doesn't and she's in the Rovers' instead gives Greg a chance to smarm her into this "knicker party" idea (do storylines get much worse than this, I ask you???) saying it's a good excuse for the two of them to be together three nights a week without suspicion. However, quite what Greg's role in the "knicker parties" is and why he is going to be there at all goes completely without explanation. On the Scriptwriters' report card, I write "Could Do Better"...

Back at the party and Curly is chatting up one of Spider's blonde, female friends, "Lucy", who seems inexplicably impressed as he recites a list of astronomical terminology. It obviously goes over her head but she nods in awe, nonetheless, as he waffles on about "the theory of gravitivity" and what-not... He talks further bollocks, she batters her eyelids and they reach a mutual conclusion that she would like to "see his telescope". No don't worry, he means it literally and offers to "set up his observatory" as long as she stays put as doesn't talk to anyone else while he goes next door. As he tries to beat a hasty retreat he is accosted by first, Spider ("Not now, Spider!"), secondly Toyah ("Not now, Toyah!") and finally Les Battersby, who has gate-crashed looking for booze and shares my opinion on how ridiculous Curly looks in his new gear. As Curly leaves, Les makes a bee-line for his new girl and "Lucy" seems quite impressed by the Boozing Battersby... Obviously, this girl is *very* drunk.

Meanwhile at the Rovers', Greg and Sally smarm nauseatingly to each other while harping on about this "knicker party" business. I take time out to vomit, so can't give you any precise detail, but when I arrive back Greg has planted the Seed Of Evil in Sally's mind with regards to her, Kevin and the Garage. As she leaves, he grins like a reject from "The Omen" auditions.

Back at the party, Les is wow'ing "Lucy" with stories (which may or may not be true) of how he used to be a roadie for the Beatles in Hamburg before he joined the fair. Just then, Curly gets back and the testosterone levels in the room reach boiling point! They argue with much vitriol about who she's interested in and in the end come to the conclusion that the only way to find out is to ask her. However, by the time they've finished yelling at each other, she is settled in the corner with a very camp looking gentleman in a dinky leather waistcoat. At this point, Toyah walks over to them ("Not Now, Toyah!" in unison) and ut oh... she's not feeling well... ut oh... *BLEEHHHHH* All over Les, she gets rid of some of that excess cider. Whoopsie!

Spider tells an soaked and irate Les to take the poor girl home while Curly and Lucy exchange words. Lucy tells Curly she was only being nice because she could tell he was trying so hard to fit in (OUCH!!!) and, in a diplomatic way, says she'd still like to see his telescope. Curly retains a shred of pride, says "I don't think so" and storms out.

Finally, over at the Webster's place, Kevin asks Sally why she had been so long getting the lager and crisps in. She lies and says she was talking to the girls at the pub and then says awkwardly "I've had second thoughts about the garage" (*Second* thoughts, Sally??? Don't you mean 20,000th thoughts??) and drops the bomb on Kevin that she won't give him the money. He looks gobsmacked... again. Cue credits.

All in all, a fairly pedestrian episode. I was expecting a lot more from the party scenes for a start. The amount of alcohol being consumed by the jealous Toyah signalled for a tearful, highly emotive confrontation with that vapid cow Lorraine but alas, all we got was an underplayed "sick scene". Tonight was lacking in emotion altogether really. The Greg/Sally plot reached all time lows with this absurd "knicker party" nonsense, Rita's forgetfulness is becoming boringly predictable and the paranoid excesesses of Vera Duckworth are about as interesting as one of Ken Barlow's sweaters. Still, with Corrie I've learnt that if you brave the dull episode here and there you will ultimately be rewarded with something wonderful and unmissably fab within a very short time and I'm quite prepared to make that sacrifice.

Anyway, RAnnie will be handling next week's Friday Update since it takes Sir Alan a long time to properly dry-clean a Purple Baby-Grow. Rest assured, it'll be a good one! :)

This Friday Update Was Sponsored By The Horatii (what I was listening to) and Stella Artois (what I was drinking).


Sunday 9 August

Well, here we are. It's 7.31pm on Sunday, 9th August 1998 and I am enjoying Warrington v St. Helens on Sky Sports. I'm sure there's something else I should be doing though. Why is the VCR recording?

[So, John Laird is sunning himself, etc. and it's down to me to let you Corrie-lovers know what's happening in Weatherfield.

I'm not sure exactly when I should post this, but Monday's update has appeared on ratucs, so I guess now is as good a time as any!

I've been watching CS on and off since 1960 - too young to remember the first series (honest!) but I recall it was in black & white... As a resident of Weatherfield (aka Salford) I *had* to watch! And I still live there.

Well, enough of these ramblings, on with the show... It's a very busy episode, so pay attention at the back]

On that VCR: Credits roll, the cat settles down, and a supposedly hungover. Toyota stares into a coffee mug. Les appears, moaning about what she did to his new shirt. "It'll wash out". "Not the smell, it never does. It lingers, does vomit". Janice recommends bicarb[onate] of soda as a hangover cure. "Won't cure a broken heart", comments Les in his best compassionate voice (i.e. shouting). He has a go at Toyah who responds back by calling Les pathetic and telling him to stop gatecrashing parties at his age. Janice knows why Les was there - "looking for totty". He was only there to set the poor girl an example, of course. "God help her then" says Janice. And Les isn't hungover, he's got a headache - "must have been drinking from a dirty glass" [thinks: must try that one sometime].

Anyway, from trouble in the Battersby Household to strife at the Webster's. Kevin can't understand why Sally has changed her mind about the money. "It's difficult to say" comments Sally. [I bet it is] She want's to put it somewhere safe, like a building society. Not long there and it's over to Saturday morning at the café, where Janice is explaining to Roy that Toygirl will be late. Janice tells him to dock her pay - "don't worry", says Roy, "the clock doesn't start running until the pinny's on". Conveniently, Spider is there with his chum Curly, so Janice can blame him for Toyah's condition. Lots of links tonight, as Ida Clough walks through the door to ask Hayley if she is coming in to work today. Hayley asks Ida if she is better. Ida seems to have no other reason for being there as she urges Hayley to get a move on. The café is becoming as popular as the Rovers for people to pop in to without buying anything. No way to run a business, if you ask me.

Meanwhile, in the Kabin, Ken Barlow is browsing through "Only 16" magazine while Alec explains that Rita has "gone away for a few days". Only 16 has very short publishing schedules, as we are about to find out when Toyota conveniently walks in. And there, on Page 22, is Letter of the Week! (posted only last Monday). Worth £10 at that. At the factory, Mike puts on a smug grin; Sally giggles in the background (ugh) and Ida tells Mike that she's been flat on her back for a week. Sally wants a quiet word with Mike - she's obviously planning the same thing herself! Ida struggles to get back into the swing so Helpful Hayley ("a little treasure") comes to the rescue.

Back at Roy's place, Janice's mood is brightened with news of Toyota's windfall and over at the garage Nastily arrives to hear bad news from Kevin. Nastily is not pleased.

Mike is handing out the pay packets. No bonus, though. Then (at last) drama time Hayley can't understand why her tax has not been sorted out [no time here to explain our Pay As You Earn tax deduction system to non-Brits!]. Mike blames it on the authorities, who claim Hayley is Harold! Mike can't understand. Hayley develops a sudden attack of hay fever.

Ad break: Just time to see St Helens take the lead 16-12 before it's back to a worried factory. Hayley mops her tears while Ida comforts her. I know the problem, says Ida, "I was paying emergency tax for weeks". [Ha! She has no idea].

Lunchtime, and at the Rovers Ken talks to Vera about Rita's unexpected vacation and Alec's unwanted management at the Kabin; Mike has some good news for Greg - Sally has changed her mind. Mike asks Greg to show her the ropes [hmmm bondage]. At the caff Toyota gets compliments from Spider about her letter. She apologises to Spider about the carpet. Hayley arrives at the café for lunch, but is not hungry. Roy looks puzzled [oh no, that's his normal expression]. Back at the Rovers Sally tells Curly that Ida thinks he is really cute. Audreh wants to know if Curly has any rings on any other part of his body than his ears. Mike tells Sally that she and Greg will make a great team. At the Battersby's, we discover that Only 16 not only has good deadlines but a very efficient accounts department, as the £10 cheque arrives "second post". Still, it's moves the conversation on from Janice having a go at Les about letting Toygirl get drunk. And not only has Toyo won £10, but the offer of a further £50 to write an article! Les now decides he is a writer and offers to share the money. Toyota declines, less than politely, and suggests "Our Sad Dad" as a title. Over at the Rovers (again), Kevin tells Natalie that he can't understand what's happening and Curly gets complimented by Maxine (but won't go out on a date). It's enough to drive him to drink, I'm sure. Nastily informs Kevin that Sally will have to pay for her solicitor's time. Betty comforts Curly.

No time to pause for breath, It's all action today - The Webster's are both back home from work. Kevin shouts at Sally (what's new) as they argue, again, about the garage. The kids don't get sent upstairs, as they are round at Gail's. Sally thinks Nastily has a "flaming nerve" to want her to pay the solicitor's fees but agrees, snarling (well, as best as Sally can) "she'll never get her hands on my money".

Ah, quality at last? - Hayley pops round to the café after work to find Roy clearing up. Gail has gone (to look after everyone's kids, I suppose). Roy notices that Hayley is quiet and asks if it is his fault. She reassures him. Roy says that he would like to think they can be open and honest with one another. Hayley responds by commenting that that was what she was attracted to in the first place. "I don't think we are over the worst yet" says Hayley. "I-I-I will be there. I'm a lot stronger than people think" is Roy's response. "I won't let you down". Roy holds Hayley's hand. Brilliant!

At home, Mike tells Alma that Hayley is a fella! Alma panics. Mike laughs and tells her it's only a computer error. Alma asks Mike if he has told anyone, because it's true! "Flipping Ada!". Cue end credits.

Quickly back to Sky - Saints have scored again. 36-12 with 18 minutes to go. Not worth watching the rest - time for an evening walk in what's left of today's sunshine.

Tonight's episode written by Phil Woods.
Everything in the programme (but not this update) is, of course, the copyright of Granada Television Limited.

P.S. Phew, so that's what it's like to write an update. Suddenly I'm filled with admiration for all those worthy souls that do this week in, week out. Having said that, I have enjoyed doing this - you definitely see the programme in a different light! So, here's to next Sunday

Sandy


Monday 10 August

Evenin' All!

Phew! It seems the English Summertime has hit us good and proper at long last (I say English not British since in Scotland they're stuck in a time-warp it would appear!). As I sit melting at the keyboard writing this it *has* to be in the mid-30's already which is tropical temperatures for a Blizzard Beast like myself. ;) And yes, it's me again. I know I did the Friday Update for Alan and now I'm doing the Monday Update for that big cuddly teddy bear who is also known as Dewey. Apologies due to anyone who finds my grammatically dubious style of writing to be irritating but it's just the way the scheduling cookie crumbles! So without further wibbling, here's....

The Rattler's Monday Update

We begin pretty much where Sunday's episode left off with an exasperrated Alma trying to explain to a typically pig-headed Baldwin exactly what Hayley's history is all about. Baldwin, ever a pillar of understanding, intelligence and rationale (cough!) is thoroughly unable to comprehend any of it and is still stuck at the "Why are we calling a him a she?" hurdle! Mike is not making progess at all and when Alma attempts to reason with him, explaining how Hayley has been a woman all her life where it counts, he states "In my head I've been a millionaire all my life, but it hasn't made me one has it?"...

As Alma seethes with frustration, he is annoyed that he's taken Hayley on at Underworld without knowing her past and seems under the impression that his most recent employee is a "fellow in a frock who uses the ladies". Alma spells it out slowly and in big letters "No, you have taken on a transexual" but Baldwin says, ignorantly, "But that's what I said" before launching into a lengthy and foul tirade about when he was growing up in South End "these sort of people" were "in sideshows"!! As Alma (and a nation of viewers no doubt!) grind their teeth in disgust, Mike implies that he's going to fire her. Alma frantically tries to disuade him, saying that Hayley is no threat to which Mike responds venomously "She is... He is... not a threat... An embarrassment! Not just to me... To everybody!" [Personally I'd be embarrassed if I was as a barely evolved neanderthal oaf like Mike Baldwin, but that's another story...] Alma looks furious as she explains "if you do this, it will be the cruellest thing you ever did" and eventually she gets him to compromise (!) by "thinking about it"...

Take a deep breath and cut to a restrained, normal-looking Curly coming out of the door into the rain. Obviously the aforementioned British Summertime hasn't hit Weatherfield yet. Toyah accosts him on the street and giggles "So you're not trendy all the time then?"... Mr Watts is not impressed and explains that since he is a supermarket manager he must dress accordingly. Toyah giggles some more and continues down the street.

And now it's time for something completely different... Or not. As per usual, Sally and Kevin are packing the girls into the car. As per usual Kevin says "go wait in the car". As per usual he and Sally start to argue. As per usual they go through the "Forget about it" / "Fine!" lines followed by (as per usual) the "You're trying to run my life, blah blah, I'm under pressure, yadda yadda, Mum's money blah blah, baked beans, yadda yadda" / "What's going on, Sal? Yadda yadda, you're so indecisive, blah blah, Spaghetti Hoops, yadda yadda" dialogue... zzzzz.... Is it just me that's getting Deja Vu here? Is it just me that's getting Deja Vu here? Is it ju... oh sod it, that joke's going nowhere.

Back outside on the street now as Hayley and Janice are approaching Underworld. Sir Royston is outside, as ever, sandwich in hand and Janice ribs Hayley about what a "good friend" he is. Hayley tells Roy he will have to stop doing this or she'll gain weight. Roy, of course, has made sure "it's all low-fat"! What a star! :) Just then, Mike Baldwin shows up in his car. Hayley greets him in a spritely way but he simply grunts back a deeply unpleasant "Mornin'" before heading into the factory. Hayley decides she'd best get going and gives Roy a peck on the cheek. Aww. :)

Meanwhile in the Kabin, Toyah is leaning over the counter whispering suspiciously to Ken about her schoolwork. Alec is pretending to tidy up the magazines in the background but is obviously attempting to listen in, wondering presumably what a 15 year old girl could possibly have to say to an aging (not to mention (mostly) boring) school-teacher. She's sick of writing everything out twice and wants a computer. Unfortunately, Ken's broke down 2 years ago (thank God, the poor bloke'd be shocked at some of the things we write about him on the 'Net!) and he hasn't one to lend her. Alec butts in at this stage and pompously informs Toyah that in his day they didn't need computers. She rolls her eyes, quips at him and storms out and at this stage he decides to metamorph into a Facist Dictator... Err moreso than usual, I mean. He starts bossing Ken about in a way that makes the usual Alec seem restrained (!) telling him to wipe the shelves down and wash the windows. Ken wonders why they don't get a window cleaner to do the latter task but Fidel Gilroy sees this as being disrespectful and proceeds to insult the poor guy about his "attitude", hinting that this is why he has trouble keeping jobs! Ouch... Just when I thought Alec was mellowing out with age (see: The Rita Storyline) and they throw this at us!

In the garage, Natalie presents Kevin with a bill for her solicitor's, to give to Schizo Sally. Good ol' Nat realises there's something wrong with the Marriage From Hell and attempts to comfort the Meatheaded Mechanic by telling him she's getting no pleasure from this and gently putting her arm round him. Kevin informs her that he too, is getting no pleasure at all out of it... The plot thickens... *stifles yawn*

Gruesome Greg and Baldwin are in the latter's office, wittering on about these stupid knicker parties, but are thankfully interrupted by Alma, who wants a quick word with Mike. Woodentop exits sharpish and the Baldwins begin to talk. Alma is feeling "absolutely awful" as guilt runs through her for telling him in the first place about Hayley's past. Mike, ignorant of his wife's guilt, asks boarishly "Does Cropper know?" Alma, with a priceless look in her eyes, says "Yes he knows and he's being very helpful and supportive... AND KIND" which prompts an incredulous enquiry from Mike as to whether Roy is also a transexual! Alma begs and begs for Mike not to sack her and not to tell anyone, but he is under the impression that by not telling people he is somehow lying to them and "covering up for her"! Alma says that, if it'll help, she'll tell Hayley that Mike knows (A-ha, she's obviously figuring out how to appeal to his faulty logic) and he agrees not to tell anyone else, stating he "doesn't have time to be gossiping to that lot out there anyway". Alma leaves the office, steps out into the factory and nervously asks Hayley to come over to her flat for lunch... Hayley is excited at the prospect.

In the Battersby Household, Toyah is hankering for a computer from Les in a bit of a cliche'd "All me mates have got one" type of scene. Les, however, who is obviously an expert (and probably programs in COBOL when he gets some spare time.. ahem) tells her that "all your mates will be in for a right shock come the Year 2000 when all the computers in the world will 'BLOW UP"!'... *teehee* Where did he get this precious knowledge, you may ask? "From a bloke down the bookie's!" So it *must* be for real. ;)) Janice enters, looking stressed, and Les demands she makes lunch as quick as possible so he can get a pint in before they close. "Mummmm, can I have a computer?" pines Toyah but Janice seems about as receptive as Les to the idea and wants Toyah to help with making the food. Toyah sulks.

It's lunch-time and Hayley is entering the Baldwin Abode... Hayley is happy to be back there and waxes nostalgic on how the last time she was there (for the dinner party) was the first time she met Roy... Awww. Of course, this mood is soon to change as a nearly tearful Alma admits she has a confession to make. And made it is... Hayley stares at the ground in disbelief and whispers the question... "So now everyone will know?"

END OF PART ONE

Sod the ad-break. It's naff and you know it! :)

PART TWO

We resume where we left off. Alma is pouring Hayley a glass of orange juice and is still highly fretful and regretful of what she's done. She tries to imply that Mike's "insensitive" image is just a mask he puts on and there's a lot more to him (there is?) and Hayley concedes that Alma wouldn't have married him if there wasn't. Alma assures her that he won't tell anyone but, as she herself has proved and as Hayley points out "These things have a way of getting out". Alma is utterly devastated but an equally upset but diplomatic Hayley tells her friend that no matter what happens she'll never blame her for it. The question on Alma's mind is why this "computer error" never came up when Hayley was working at Firman's. Hayley explains that the woman who did the wages had come up to her one day, said "they're calling you Harold!" and had then laughed the whole thing off as a joke.

As a contrast to the tense Hayley/Baldwin drama we now are treated to an utterly priceless comedy scene between Ken and Toyah (is it just me or is this the best storyline they've given Ken in years?). She has written an essay and as Ken reads it out aloud (correcting the grammatical errors ["There should be a comma here"] as he goes) he starts sounding a mite worried. I can't resist the temptation to reprint the whole wonderful gem, so here is Toyah's essay:

"When I was a kid, grown-ups used to say 'Act your age!'... Now I'm saying to them, 'Dress your age!' Keep your thieving hands off our clothes, off our hairstyles and off our fashions. Alright, we know that your's are boring.. All shirts and suits and ties.. but that's no reason for stealing our's! We all know that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery but come on, oldies, wear your own boring grey clothes and leave the good stuff where it belongs... with the teenagers!"

Ken stops at this point and Toyah assumes it's because he hates her essay. He says it's not bad and that she has a point of view and a right to express it but then goes on to awkwardly ask... "Is this article an attack on me?" ROFL!!! I nearly split my spleen laughing at that! It doesn't sound anywhere near as funny in print but the way he said it was brilliant, trust me. Ken seems relieved as Toyah explains the obvious, that it's about Curly. Ken thinks it's "perfect for the magazine, just what they've been looking for" in this case. I'm still giggling...

...Until the mood is completely contrasted in the next scene. Hayley is exiting the ladies' loos at Underworld and, sadly, Baldwin is standing nearby. She is shocked to see him standing there, arms folded, staring evilly (and boy do I mean evil..). She fights back an urge to say something... anything... and scaredly hurries off. His stare is unbroken. Greg appears behind him and quips "they spend half their time in the toilet don't they?" and just out of earshot Mike mumbles "which one, though?", refusing to break that stare... *shudder*

Cut to the Webster household at the dinner table. Kev and Sal stare at clean plates and the Gurrrrls are nowhere in sight which indicates it probably wasn't much of a dinner, as ever. Kev hands her Natalie's solicitor's bill and moronically offers to pay it himself. Sally says she doesn't mind paying, which is precisely the reason why she's going back into work now. "Eh?" grunts Meathead... Sally translates this to English and explains she has to discuss some "new ideas" with Greg and Mike. "GRUG???" shouts Kevin, in a voice loud enough to make me jump off my chair, to which Sally assures him it's not just Greg, Baldwin will be there too. (Ooh, you lying cow. ;)) Then they degenerate into the all too familiar, standard issue "yadda yadda, life of my own, blah blah, spaghetti shapes" / "blah blah, you've got a family to run, yadda yadda, beans on toast" arguments that we have heard time and time again which, as ever, reach no conclusion... Zzzzz... Is it just me that's getting dej... Nah, unlike the scriptwriters, I try *not* to recycle my lines. ;P

Curly (who I'm getting sorely tempted to nickname Clueless Curly at the moment...), wearing dreadfully baggy combat trousers, a yellow top and a leather jacket indoors, answers the door to a bouncy Toyah who eyes his clothing up and down. "Off with the supermarket gear and on with the >>>motley<<<" he says. *GUFFAW* And I thought *I* was uncool! She wants to borrow his computer but Curly is understandably reluctant since it's quite likely she's never even touched one before in her life (actually he probably just doesn't want to run the risk of her finding his alt.sex.fantasy.supermarket-manager archives ;)). She knows what she's doing, however, and tells him how muuuuch younger he looks in those new clothes. *ding* We have a winnner! He lets her in... :)

Sally is crossing the road and encounters Natalie, who I must say has been looking a *lot* younger in the last few episodes. Sally is acting snotty and asks in a very patronising manner if a cheque will be ok to pay the solicitor's bill. Natalie can hold her own however and starts on Sally about her irrational behaviour towards Kevin. Natalie remarks on how it seems Sally hates her husband (you think??) but Spaghetti Sal insists her marriage is not open to discussion. As she heads into the factory, Natalie shouts to her "At this rate, you won't have a marriage left to discuss!"

Meanwhile in the cafe, Roy is doing a stock check. Hayley knocks on the door and he lets her in, telling her they might be "Overdue a trip to the cash 'n carry", since some items seem low. She offers to make coffee for both of them and Roy asks how she is. She smiles and tells him to do his orders. "We'll talk later"...

In the Rover's Curly orders a pint off of Natalie, then remembers that Corrie seems to have got a new sponsorship deal with Budweiser (anyone else notice how much Bud has been drank lately??) and changes his order. As he swills his overpriced fizzy piss, Baldwin starts asking him awkward questions about Hayley's time at Firman's. Curly says she was "a great worker, reliable, honest, err... great!" but Mike persists, asking if there was anything "peculiar" about her. Curly gets fed up of this line of interrogation pretty quickly and tells him to ask Alma instead, since she could tell far more about Hayley than he ever could. "She already has..." is the almost-too-predictable response...

Over at Underworld, Gruesome Greg and Sally are pouring wine and grinning in a bizarre manner that makes them look a few beers short of a good party. They giggle like schoolgirls and Sally talks to Greg in the same sloooow, sing-songy way you might talk to a small child or animal. I think she would have got a more realistic response, acting-wise, from either than from Stephen Billington who is more stilted and monosyllabic than ever in this scene. To cut a long story short they briefly discuss the abysmal knicker parties, the garage and MONEY. Greg asks question after question about her MONEY and is so darn blatant about it, you'd think Sally was Deidre Rachid to fall for all this rubbish. "Where's the money kept, exactly?" is an example question but Sally casually reels off all this information like a robot before going back to asking about the knicker parties! ARGH! *puke*

As those two smarm their way into oblivion, Kevin sits at home in the dark watching TV. Rursie (or is it Surphie? I dunno, it's the one that looks like Regan from "The Exorcist") comes down the stairs and asks if mummy's out. Kevin says, mournfully, she's out working but that even if she wasn't she'd be out... "Anywhere but here"... then realises who he's talking to and says that's just "daddy being silly". He changes the subject to ask what she's been doing then takes her upstairs. Honestly, it's scenes like this that prove how strong this storyline *could* be if it was handled right. I actually felt pity for both Kevin *AND* the girls in this low-key but emotional scene. What a shame that the Greg/Sally or Sally/Kevin scenes are so contrived and boring in comparison.

Roy and Hayley are sat in the cafe, drinking coffee. Roy is explaining that he will try his best to get a sandwich to her in the morning despite having to go to the cash n carry. She tells him that he's "so nice" for doing that before continuing (now might be a good time to break out the kleenex...*sniff*) "in fact, you're so nice that I don't want to tell you this.. because you'll just worry about it... and I don't want you to worry.... Mr Baldwin's found out about me being a transexual". Obviously, Roy gets worried, very worried in fact and tells Hayley about how he's seen Baldwin say some "very unkind things about people once he's had a few drinks inside of him". Hayley tries to placate him by telling him that Mike won't say anything because he's made a promise to Alma but a clearly-on-the-verge-of-tears Roy doesn't think she can rely on that.

Cut to a big fat red steak being cut up and, yup you guessed it, shovelled into the mouth of one Mike Baldwin. "I love a good steak" he says and somehow this doesn't surprise me. He goes on to tell Alma he was talking to Curly in the pub about Hayley. Alma's panic button goes off as she thinks he told him everything but thankfully this isn't the case. He goes on to say that employing Hayley was "made easy" (!) for Curly because he didn't know she wasn't "all that she ... should have been" (OUCH! Is it just me that finds the use of "should" in that sentence to be so ...well, wrong??). Baldwin's manners are as piggish as ever as he talks, mouth full, about how "once you know about these things it, well, changes things". Alma fails to see this but he goes on about how he feels he's "pulling one over on his other workers" before absurdly stating that "If they found out they could probably sue me!" (!!!) As he piles another huge chunk of meat into his gob he drops the bombshell that he's definately going to sack her...

...and so ends the episode. All in all, an improvement on the last week. We had drama, we had suspense, we had that magic word, emotion, that was certainly lacking from Friday's show. To cap it all off we had some Grade A comedy from Ken and Toyah to boot and, well, I'm not complaining at all, this time... Even if the Greg & Sally story is a steaming pile of pants it's a small price to pay, considering what else is going on. So, that's it from me... Dewey will be back next week and normal schedules will be resumed! :)

The Rattler


Wednesday 12 August

This is my last late update - any delays after this will be totally out of my hands. Blame my fellow updaters if you wish - I always do! (And they never notice, either, because they never read my updates. They've told me as much. "If we wanted to read unbridled filth," they say, "we'd buy the Sunday Sport." Ha ha! Whom are they trying to kind?? I know for a fact that at least two of the updaters actually *write* for the Sunday Sport, while the other one occasionally features in it. But that's their business).

While we're on the subject of updaters, let me be among the first to say a fond farewell to Peter Dewhirst, the Monday episode updater, who will be leaving for pastures new in a few weeks' time. A new job beckons, and commitments in that area are such that he will no longer be able to write updates. He assures us that the door will be left open for a possible come-back in the future, should work arrangements change. I'm sure you'll join with me in thanking him for his updates and wishing him every success in his new post.

However - and I know he won't mind my telling you this - I know for a fact that Peter still regrets turning down the offer of a three-year contract with the Bolshoi Ballet. (I for one am glad he did, because commuting between Moscow and Hitchin would definitely have put the kybosh on updating indefinitely). But he tells me that he won't be hanging up his tutu for good: in October he starts rehearsals as lead male dancer in the Hertfordshire Ballet Company's adaptation of 'Steptoe and Son'. We all wish him well, don't we?

Dewey's departure will of course leave a gaping hole in the update roster, and stepping in to fill Dewey's gaping hole on Monday nights will be none other than that very dear friend of mine, the lovely Chris Lines, aka The Rattler. RATUCS's resident Goth, and a direct descendant of Lord Byron, Chris spends his days working with computers and his nights listening to strange, discordant music while drinking absinthe and biting the heads off small rodents. He wears nothing but black - in fact he could wear black for England - and speaks fluent Finnish, for some reason. He is also an expert on 'Dutch films', which he reviews for an 'adult' magazine. (Never having seen a 'Dutch film' or read an 'adult magazine', I have no idea what he means by this, but I suppose I could hazard a guess. It probably doesn't involve tulip propagation, anyway.) In fact, he has seen so many of these films that he has managed to pick up quite a bit of Dutch on the way. Naturally his vocabulary is somewhat limited: he'd probably doesn't know enough to be able to buy a newspaper, but put him in a gangbang situation and he'd be practically fluent.)

Incidentally, Chris is no stranger to the weird and wonderful world of CS updating: he once stood in for Glenda Young when she was holed up for a week in the Betty Ford clinic, and he covered once for AlanM when the latter was having his Tinky tattoo done. (I've no idea exactly where on Alan's body the tattoo was done, but rumour has it that the Tinky figure in the tattoo has a little message on its tummy: "Stroke me and watch me double in height." Amazing what tattoo artists can do these days, isn't it?) Furthermore, Chris will be doing the 19th August update as a favour to me. Top man, Chris - I owe you one! (And this time I promise to make sure the cold sores have disappeared first!)

But enough of these madcap hellos and goodbyes to fellow updaters! Here is the update:

The episode opens chez the Baldwins, where Mike, over breakfast, is telling an aggrieved Alma that he is determined to sack Hayley. This very morning in fact. Alma tries to intercede for Hayley, but to no avail. Mike is a stubborn old bastard and won't be moved.

Meanwhile, Roy is attempting a face-saving exercise by suggesting to Hayley that she ring in sick, thus avoiding a showdown with Baldwin. Hayley is having none of it, however, and asks Roy whether he'd prefer her to have taken a job farther afield - Amsterdam, perhaps? - so as to be permanently out of the firing line. (Go Hayley! It definitely was a case of 'Bye bye, willy, hello willpower' when you were in Amsterdam, wasn't it? I suppose Hayley has what our American cousins would call "loads of spunk" - a phrase which, for our British readers at least, would be somewhat inopportune in Hayley's case. But we get the point, don't we? The girl has balls! No? Okay, let's just say she's very brave and leave it at that). Anyway, Hayley leaves in a huff-ette, with Roy wishing he'd never opened his mouth.

In the Kabin, Toyah is appraising dictionaries under the watchful eye of her mentor, Ken Barlow. (The 'Educating Toyota' storyline continues apace and gets better and better. The pairing of Toyah and Barlow was an inspired move, although I pray that any thoughts of injecting Lolita-like undertones will never enter the writers' minds). She's not sure which dictionary to buy. "I know that size isn't everything," says Barlow, "but with dictionaries it's different." Toyah thus chooses the bigger of the two, observing that "More words means more wordpower, right?" Ken then suggests that an even better buy would be a thesaurus. Toyah has never heard of a thesaurus - outisde of 'Jurassic Park' that is - and can hardly pronounce it, but Ken 'Renaissance Man' Barlow puts her straight.

They are interrupted at this juncture by a flustered Alec, hotfoot from delivering papers on behalf of a sick paperboy. He cajoles Toyah into delivering the rest, while Ken looks on in alarm, worried that Alec is involving himself far too deeply in Rita's business.

Chez the Websters, Kevin and Sally are discussing finances. (Nothing new there, then. And no Rursie and Surphie, either. They're busy up in the bathroom, breaking in a new bar of Camay and dreaming of spaghetti hoops) Now that Sally has denied Kevin her dead mother's inheritance, he is planning to apply for a bank loan in order to buy Natalie out. Sally is worried, because a bank loan means that the house will have to be used as security. (Oh how this whole storyline is beginning to bore me. Come on, Kevin, get real! Grow your 'tache back, ditch the bitch, and revert to being the cute gay icon we all knew and loved back in those halcyon days of the Eighties. As Paul Baker once said, for many people Kevin's moustache *was* the Eighties, and I would probably agree.)

At the cafe, Roy quizzes Curly about his new sartorial image. Curly says that he has always been like this deep down, but it's only recently that he's thought of doing anything about expressing it. This sets the cogs whirring in the Cropper mind, and prompts him to ask Curly another - this time rather more challenging - question. "If you were *really* different on the inside, how far would you go to change how you were on the outside?" he asks, with an obvious - well, obvious to the audience - reference to the change undergone by Hayley. Of course, Roy's question goes straight over Curly's head.

Also at the cafe is Toyah, working on the first draft of her magazine article. Her chosen topic is the awfulness of young clothes on old bodies, and the appearance of Curly with his new sartorial image provides her with an excellent true-life example. ("What's another word for 'nerd'?" she asks him devilishly). When she gets up to go, the paper slips from her hand and wafts to the floor - straight into the hands of Natalie, who has a quick look before handing it back to Toyah with a knowing wink. "Is it good?" asks Curly, impervious to the fact that it is all about men like him. "Let's just say that it's true observation," says Natalie with a sly grin.

At Underworld, all is not well. Poor Hayley - not only has she had the chop for real in Amsterdam, she now gets it metaphorically from Mike Baldwin, who sacks her. He has to sack her, he says, because if the other girls catch wind of the fact that Hayley hasn't always been one of them but is now *one of them*, if you get my drift, all hell will let loose. Hayley leaves his office and breaks down while the other girls look on, totally gobsmacked.

Back at the Kabin, Alec, overstretching himself in his effort to guard Rita's interests and win her affection, is ruling the roost with his usual 'velvet fist in iron glove' approach. Not content with bossing Ken around, he tries to foist on him certain tricks of the retail trade. Alec has discovered that a certain line of chewy mints is not selling, so he suggests that every customer be persuaded to buy a pack. "If they want mints, surely they'll ask for them?" observes Toyah. Ken agrees. And so does Janice, who is the first customer upon whom Alec tries out his new strategem. Of course she is having none of it. "I've come in here for fags, not soft mints," she says. "Besides, I don't even like the things." Alec rolls his eyes in exasperation, forgetting for a moment the old adage "The customer is always right."

At the Rovers, the workers from Underworld are having their lunchtime break. None of them can believe that a conscientious, first rate worker like Hayley could have been sacked, and they wonder whether she is the first in a long line of dismissals. Janice moots the idea that Hayley's dismissal might have come about as a result of a botched attempt by Mike to sexually harass her. Hayley, for her part, tells Roy all about the sacking when she meets him for lunch in the cafe. Halfway through their conversation, Ida Clough walks in and makes no bones about the support that Hayley can expect from her and the rest of the Underworld girls should she decide to fight Baldwin's decision. When Ida has gone, Roy tells Hayley that he doesn't think she should fight the decision lest the whole truth about Hayley's background come out into the open. Hayley, however, says that she thinks things are best out in the public domain; she doesn't want to go through life nurturing such a secret.

Curly, complete with new sartorial image, also makes an appearance in the Rovers, where Natalie asks him exactly what he thinks he's playing at with this 'new look'. Curly says that he's simply expressing his real self. Natalie says that there are some things which shouldn't be expressed so overtly. Later, she and Curly have a heart-to-heart at his place. Natalie says that she doesn't think this 'new look' is really Curly at all, and that it's simply indicative of the emotional turmoil he is in. Curly then tells her that he is indeed very low emotionally, given that Raquel has asked for a divorce.

Alma pops into the cafe - and then probably wishes she hasn't, because no sooner has she put a foot through the door than Roy proceeds to tear her off a strip or two. Alma tries to explain that she had never planned to tell Mike anything, and that it all came out quite by accident. Roy, however, is incensed. "Did you ever, just for one second," he shouts, "think what all of this might do to Hayley?" . Later, Alma rips into Mike for sacking Hayley, calling him a bigoted, ignorant pig before flouncing off into the bedroom, hands fluttering round her temples in true 'emoting' mode.

Back at the Kabin, Alec is stuffing the day's takings into his pocket, thus giving Ken even more reason to suspect that Rita's interests are the last thing on Alec's mind.

And finally, chez the Websters, Sally is serving up yet another of her gastronomic delights: sausages and mash. (If I were Kevin, I'd have thrown the lot all over her and demanded she buy a copy of Delia Smith forthwith, but knowing how partial he is to sausage, maybe not). Sally tells Kevin that she doesn't mind about the bank loan any more, and that she has a new enterprise on the horizon herself: knicker parties. Kevin is not best pleased and, unaware of her real motives, tells her that they simply don't need the extra income. END OF EPISODE

Well that's your lot! Sorry it was a bit on the shortish side this time, but I wanted to get it out as quickly as possible. There have been too many update delays of late, but once this goes online the backlog should clear.

Incidentally you won't be seeing me again for a while. (Okay, cheer if you must, but make the most of it because I'll be back on September 9th). Next week's Wednesday Update (19th August) will come from the very able quill of Chris Lines. That will be followed on the 26th by a guest update penned by a RATUCS newcomer, Ms Rosalind Mitchell. (Rosalind's take on CS updating promises to be an upmarket one, for she is heavily into 'lit crit'. So instead of the usual spiel about male appendages and the calorific value of seminal fluid, expect lots of highbrow stuff about metonymy, Petrarchan conceits, periphrasis and the semiotic significance of Rita Sullivan's ear-rings. Rosalind is clearly a Very Educated Lady, so take a leaf out of Toyah's book and make sure you have a very big dictionary at your disposal when you read her update.) Ros's magnum opus will be followed on September 2nd by Paul Baker's 'comeback' update, which I assure you will be well worth the wait.

I'm spoiling you all, I know, by giving you all these lovely guest updaters. But then with me it's just give, give, give! Sometimes I think I'm too generous for my own good. What a change it would make to be on the receiving end of something really nice every once in a while! Ah well, a boy can live in hope...

Until we meet again, love and hugs, CP


Friday 14 August

Annie's Friday Update

Hi everyone!!

Yes, I got drunk at the York Ping and volunteered to do this update for Alan while he's away on holiday. Those of you who saw my last stand-in updates will know what to expect. Unmitigated piffle!

Well I try, anyway........

The Ping was fantastic, and although many people would laugh at the idea of 20 people getting together in a room above a pub in York, rather than seeing the city itself, it would be their loss! (We DID walk past the Minster!) A GREAT day, and a great weekend it was. Although my digital camera was fun, Dewey, I think, has the best "official" shots of all of us (after determining that one of his lenses was kaput). Lovely to meet the folk I've met before, and of course the new people. Our little post-Ping walk through Durham on a brilliantly sunny Sunday just rounded the whole thing off perfectly!

Blackpool looks like shaping up to be a real event, and this time, I'm dragging my sister kicking and screaming along with me! Like me, she only really got into Corrie at the beginning of the year, but unlike me, she misses the odd episode. What can you do???

I can also confirm that I have now officially stopped watching EastEnders. Well, OK, I see the odd episode if it's on, but I'm afraid my heart is now the property of a different drama serial altogether. Better late than never I guess.

So what's been happening in Corrie then?? Oh well, the usual; near-death experiences, political intrigue, extra-marital affairs, red anoraks at dawn etc. etc. The cider is chilled, the heart is racing.................

So onward to the update.............

We open at Kev and Sal's, the morning after their little tiff about Sally's intention to move into underwear sales. Although it's high summer, the atmosphere around Sal is positively icy. She's not much caring about the importance of Kev's bank loan applications, as she bundles them up to clear the table for brekkie. Kev walks in and is horrified. Sal really doesn't give a damn. He tells her she'll have to get used to all the targets and deadlines if she's going to be selling Mike's knickers. (ooh er.... No, I'm no good at that...). Kev quizzes her if she gets to use his car, or gets a mobile phone, which of course she isn't.....What's the attraction of this poxy job? Not the money! Sally does one of her little facial asides which are SOOOOOO obvious they beggar belief!

Meanwhile, at Chez Baldwin, the air temperature is not much warmer. Alma wonders if Hayley is enjoying HER breakfast, but doubts it very much! Mike is exasperated (and talking with his mouth full again), because HE feels hard done by. (You RAT!!) The unrest at the factory is growing at his decision to sack Hayley. Alma wonders if they're sticking little pins in wax effigies of Mike yet! She thinks it would all be SO much easier if Mike just gave Hayley her job back, and he'd have a fan for life. Through another mouthful of food, he says "If I wanted a fan for life, I'd buy a puppy!" (He'd probably kick THAT as well!......PRAT!..... can you see a pattern within my commentary emerging in tonight's update?)

At Roy's Rolls, RToyah is buttering up the bread and proof-reading her new article at the same time, to Roy's annoyance. He moves her paperwork off the counter top and tells her to wash her hands! (Good man, Roy....Health & Safety love this guy...). Toyah offers to print a copy of the article for Roy, but he'd rather see it in print. She says it's likely to be in the next copy but one in a few weeks."Ah!" Roy then tells Toyah he's off on holiday then, so she takes a pound from him to reserve a copy! Apparently he's off to a Psychic Convention in Bournemouth and then off to his Auntie Lorna in Eastleigh. Toyah asks him to keep his ears open for any juicy stories, but Roy doesn't think there'll be much intrigue down there. Toyah isn't bothered anyway, she's going to start a little closer to home... "Your Hayley" she says! Roy is a little nervous about that and doesn't think it's a good idea. Toyah's all fired up and says it's unfair because she was good at her job. Roy tries to dissuade her, but she won't be moved. She's a little surprised at Roy's seemingly unsupportive behaviour, and says she thought Roy was a mate of hers, and Mike is a bully (that's one word, yes....). Roy seems to be thinking a bit, but still impresses on Toyah that it's not a good idea because Hayley wouldn't like it. "She's a very private person", he says, repeating Hayley's own words of a few weeks past. But behind those expressive eyes, Roy's brain is ticking quietly.

Blandford pulls up at Underworld in a flash new car (looked like a Mondeo to me.......tres flash :/) as Maxine is coming out of the Kabin. She instantly goes into flirt mode at exactly the same time as we go into sleep mode (connection?). She's impressed by the new car, and tells Greg she hasn't seen enough of him recently. She then tells him in that appalling fluttery way that she's pining for him. "... pining like.... A pine-cone!!" (BLEAGH!.... Pass the bucket!). Possibly the worst dialogue ever? But so in keeping with the character it must be said. This woman is no longer a Muppet. She has progressed to Spitting Image! Greg tells her he'll see her that night, but of course we know that he really doesn't give a damn.

Pan down to black and white camouflage trousers and you know it's the Curly Creation. He's caught before entering the Rovers by Toyota charging round from Rosamund Street to return his laptop, very grateful for the loan of it, but not saying what dastardly character assassinations she's been performing!

After looking around, Vera, in the Rovers, has found Mavis's phone number in the Lakes, and gives it to Ken. He's going to call Rita because Alec is driving him round the twist! (Too late m'lad). He tells Vera he's getting too involved in the Kabin's business. As Ken leaves Vera tells Natalie what she's been told, to her evident relief. Alec must be after the Kabin, not Rita after the Rovers!

Natalie serves Curly at the bar and he apologies profusely for being so frank about Raquel, and burdening her with his troubles. Natalie, still wearing her halo, smiles sympathetically. In booth number one, Maxine is sitting with Audrey telling her how happy she is that she's seeing Greg that night. Curly approaches them and asks if can join them. Twizzle... er... Maxine tells Curly he's a bad advert for her handiwork; a sore point with Curly. He sits down and dumps his laptop on the table. There then follows a conversation about how great laptops are and especially with modems! Fully expecting a ratucs reference, I was disappointed to discover that it's primary use was, apparently, to type reports and find out the price of any Firmans' product from anywhere in the world! (Oh Curly!!...). Audrey isn't impressed.....

Back at t'factory, after lunch, the unrest grows. The machinists have gathered outside the Underworld office, where Greg is hard at it. (No, Sally's standing with the girls...). They're trying to get the courage up to go in and ask him why Hayley was sacked. Glad of the opportunity, Sally dashes in and grins weedily at Greg. She asks him if Mike is going to be in that afternoon, which Greg confirms. Cue another dull conversation about sneaky love affairs. She's arranged to be with Greg that night, and lied to Kev again. Greg's options are once more covered, and he realises that Maxine once again gets the short straw. He tells her to meet him at the flat for their first dinner together. Sally would rather it was their first breakfast....(gag,gag,gag....)

Just then Mike comes in and is immediately chastised by the workers! He tells them he sacked Hayley because he wasn't happy with her progress and that's the end of it! But Ida and Co. aren't standing for that. What happened to proper procedure? He really doesn't give a damn, until Ida threatens to ballot the staff for possible strike action! Mike retorts that they're making a big mistake and they'll end up with egg on their face. "If it happened to Hayley, it could happen to any of us", says Ida. "No it couldn't!", says Mike, thinking something else entirely!

Roy approaches Natalie in the bar looking for some "Dutch Courage" (Now, Roy, dear, you had plenty of that in Amsterdam....).He goes for a small, sweet sherry!

In booth number one, Audrey is still proclaiming her ignorance of technology, but on seeing Roy decides to escape Curly's attempts at turning her techno. She grabs a reluctant Roy and pulls him over, allowing Maxine to escape also. Ahh dear...Audrey and Maxine.... 12 brain cells between the two of them. Roy sits down beside Curly and tells him how Toyah's "hidden depths" has opened his eyes a little to things. He downs the sherry in one. Roy has a mission! "She's driven me to do what a man's got to do" he says, as he pauses by the door; "....in a minute" he says, and heads towards the gents! Left alone, Curly notices that Toyah has forgotten to wipe her article off his laptop, and starts to read. It's less than flattering, and Curly ain't happy. Meanwhile, Alec comes in and Vera chastises him for being so irritating to Ken. Alec is indignant.

Now picture the scene; Underworld, mid afternoon, a lone figure enters the swing doors and his eyes go from left to right. All that's missing is the theme to "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly", but since Hayley, Samantha and Les's Camper Van (in that order) aren't about, we'll have to use our imaginations! Roy enters the factory and heads towards the office. Purposefully, he opens the door without knocking and tells Mike he wants a word. Mike being Mike, (You SOD!.. the pattern continues...), he tells him he's busy. Roy sits down and tells him he'll wait.

Mike gives up and listens as Roy tries to explain how he too was shocked and hurtful, but pleaded Hayley's case. The machinists are watching through the glass, unable to hear the conversation, so Janice shouts "For God's sake, just smack him one!"... (YAYY JANICE!!! (ahem....))... He begs Mike to give Hayley her job back. He's having none of it and makes really nasty accusations about Hayley having lied to the other workers, which of course she hasn't. Mike simply cannot get his head around the fact that Hayley is HAYLEY, not her past. All he cares about is the factory running smoothly, and the grief he's getting is getting on his nerves. He'd have got less grief if he'd left well alone and just grown up a bit. He gives Roy a message to give to Hayley. He's to tell Hayley to tell the other girls to back off, or he'll tell them all EXACTLY why he sacked her! She has till Monday to decide. Roy realises that things have just got ever so slightly worse, and leaves without a word.
End of Part One

Aren't you glad!..... Bloomin' eck, she's a wordy one, that Annie! Never say in two words what can be said in five!

Tastelessly, we are treated to an advert for the News of the World during this break; a paper which makes it's living showing exactly the same kind of ignorance and bigotry as Mike (dead-meat) Baldwin has shown us this week, and ruining lives in similar ways. Nuff said.

Part Two
In the Kabin, Ken is on the phone to Mavis, whilst Greg comes in. Maxine is already there, and Greg takes the opportunity to pour cold water on her prospective night of passion; he's working late again! She is predictably upset and storms out. Greg leaves also. Alec enters to find Ken on the phone and accuses Ken of making personal calls. Ken explains he was trying to reach Rita. He's furious, and fed up to the back teeth of Alec interfering and doing the "little Hitler act".

The Rovers; evening; and the factory girls meet for a drink and an impromptu action meeting. As Janice gets the drinks in, Natalie warns her that Toyah has been writing nasty things about Curly's sartorial elegance. She goes to sit with Ida and they talk about the possible strike ballot. They drink a toast to "Baldwin's bottle!... Or lack of it!"... (Frankly, I wish they'd toast his... no, no... sorry.. ahem...). Sally realises the time and nips off for her tryst with Greg. Janice, however, has the idea of talking to Greg herself to try and gain support. Uh oh! At the same time???

Roy has turned up expectedly at Hayley's house. She is, of course, delighted to see him. He thinks he should cancel his holiday, because she might need his support. He tells her about the visit to Underworld that afternoon, and how he felt he needed to do something on her behalf ;"As your significant other", he says... (AWWWWWWW!). Hayley thinks this is the most romantic thing she's ever heard and grins from ear to ear! Roy is not so sure, however, that it was the best idea, and he could have made things worse. Hayley can't see how they could be. Roy disagrees, ruefully.

Back at that very factory, Mike is locking up, watched by an approaching Maxine. She can't understand why, since Greg is supposed to be working late! She's about to shout to Mike, but Audrey stops her and, queen of tact that she is, tells her that Greg's just using her, and totally unreliable. Maxine deep down knows it's true, and runs away crying.

Above the shop, Greg and Sal are entwined in a game of tonsil hockey. They come up for air, and Sally tells him she's fed up with this silly strike, and the girls wouldn't give Hayley the time of day before she was sacked. Utter crap of course, Janice and Ida actually do care. You know, I disliked Sally before, but now, she's TOAST! Greg goes to the fridge to crack the bubbly and finds only two cans of beer. He's not even a GOOD gigolo. I mean not having a supply of Dom Perignon on tap will not win him Brownie points. Dope! Sally offers to nip across for som