Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. It's been a good 'un this week with an extra hour long episode so without any further ado, here we go with this week's Coronation Street update.
So, here we go with a roller coaster of a week on the Street. Maxine tells Ashley she's booked her driving test, it's next week (next week?!?! I had to wait 3 months for my first one! My second one came sooner. My third one took longer. My fourth one seemed to take an eternity but I passed it in the end). Anyway, she demands driving lessons from Ashley "Whaddo I want? Driving lessons! Whenddo I wannem? Now!" and off the pair of them hit the streets in the car. Unfortunately, Maxine hits Blanche who is saved only at the last minute by a swan dive from Emma who leaps in to save her. Maxine is inconsolable and blames her pink high heeled shoes. After a few brandies Blanche pulls round but poor Emma doesn't and when she starts with a few twinges, she ends up in hospital, scared she'll lose the baby. With Curly by her bed side and Emily bringing tea and flowers, Emma eventually pulls through and it looks like mother and the unborn are going to be fine.
Gail and Sally have a girl's night in, gossiping and drinking and doing girly stuff. Anyway, Gail tells Sally she thinks Martin's giving her the glad eye and she's noticed Martin staring at Sally in the street. (I should think every bloke in Britain has been staring at Sally in the street this week, somebody should really have a word with her about those nipples....) Sally laughs off Gail's news, nervously, but when she mentions this to Martin, the pair of them hit on a plan to pretend they're starting to flirt and fancy each other - all under the very watchful and approving eye of Gail as matchmaker. (I don't know about you, but these two together still turns my stomach).
Maria puts Tyrone on a diet after he tells her he feels like a baby elephant. So he's on salad and early morning jogging with Jason until Fiz slips him some chips after taking a fancy to him. Maria's not best pleased, as you'd expect.
Elsewhere on the street events have been dominated by Fred and Eve's wedding. Yup, you heard right, Fred and Eve's wedding. Eve finds out from Linda that Fred's been paying her wages at the Rovers and is furious, as you'd expect. Off she storms out of the pub and down the street with Fred lagging behind yelling across the cobbles that he loves her. When she stops and turns to him, she can't believe what she's hearing as Fred asks her to marry him. "Don't vascillate, don't think about it, just say yes. Say yes." And say yes she does. Before you know it, we're in a country house for a wedding in the Dales. Now, much as I like country houses and four poster beds (but that's another story, another update and quite another newsgroup) we've been here before with Alma and Mike's recent trip and Linda and Mike's wedding last year. Lovely as it looked, it all seemed a bit, well, worn. Been there, done that, seen the episode, wrote the update - and it was only Fred and the wonderful Eve who made this familiar location and storyline sparkle with real old-fashioned Corrie-ness. Audrey tries to talk Fred out of the wedding after she heard Eve talking to Linda about the size of Mike's bank balance in the Rovers. Assuming Eve was talking about Fred and only after his money, Audrey can't let Fred go through with the wedding and gives Fred her thoughts, as a friend. And so it is a small, happy and inter-related wedding party that sets off for the Dales and the wedding. There's the groom and his bride, groom's son that was his nephew and his daughter in law, bride with her daughter and her husband who's older than the groom. Confused? Oh, you should be, especially when Mark turns up at the last minute. Mike had written him a letter to tell him about Alma and so he turns up looking for his dad, followed closely behind by Eve's wayward sons Jimmy and Ryan. I don't have to tell you and you can probably guess that it all goes horribly, horribly wrong. Mark gives Audrey a lift to the wedding after she swore she'd keep away, ending up with her yelling at Eve "You're a washed up little slut". As the wedding party argue in the hotel foyer, Eve's sons have a go at her, angry that she's marrying into money and couldn't give a toss about them. Eve gives as good as she gets and holds her own in the fracas but breaks down at the end admitting to Fred she's no better than she should be and wouldn't be at all surprised if he never wanted to marry her now. While all this is going on, Mike confides to his son about his problems with Linda, and the next thing you know, Mike is outside Linda's room listening to her conversation with Mark where she tells him that she's got Mike wrapped around her finger and will do what she can to keep that meal ticket. Furious, Mike tells Linda to leave, immediately, to get out of his sight. He's going to divorce her. Not one to let such a thing bother her, Linda wraps herself around Mark in the garden. He's obviously giving her consolation, or something. So anyway, back to Fred and Eve. She goes upstairs and takes off her frock before slipping into the most bizarre negligee (think Bet Lynch, only pink) as Fred drowns his sorrows at the bar downstairs. Ashley tries to get them to talk but neither will go the other, Ryan and Jimmy get drunk on cheap lager, Audrey's confused, Mike's distraught, Mark's excited, Linda's being devious and Maxine's jumping up and down on her bed going "It's posh here innit?"
And finally this week, Sarah Lou and Candice are like, back at school this week and it's just so like, boring. And Wayne and Sheila call round to see Hayley, happy to see her at home.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
Greetings and welcome to another weekly update and a special warm welcome to Jeff Wolf at IPMS. Before I get stuck into the update this week I want to say a special thank you to Peter Flint, the unsung hero of the weekly updates. For it is he who sorts it all out and sends it round the world with his special software and without him, dear reader, the weekly update just wouldnt be what it was. And so without any further ado, here we go with this weeks Coronation Street update.
Now then, if you recall, we left Fred and Eve at the posh country hotel after they had a falling out when they should have been getting married. Freds at the bar, Eves upstairs packing and the two of them wont talk to each other. But finally Fred goes upstairs to see Eve and shes thinking that Fred wants to run off with Audrey. Its you I want, it always will be, he tells her and when a bloke really means that, its always the best thing to hear. And so the wedding takes place, at last, but Linda as bridesmaid is nowhere to be found so Maxine takes her place as Frederick Handel Elliot doth take thee Evelyn Margaret Sykes to be his lawful wedded wife. After partaking of cake and much whisky, the happy couple drive off on a meander round the Med and a visit to Venice. Meanwhile, Lindas body double gets a smack across the face from Mike before driving off in his car, leaving her clothes and belongings behind in the bedroom. Both Mike and Mark are glad shes gone and when he returns to Weatherfield, Mike gives Emily Lindas clothes for a jumble sale at the hospital, telling her Most of em are expensive - all of em are tarty. Only Geena is worried about her friends whereabouts while the rest of us really couldnt give a stuff. Shell be back in a blaze of glory and a leopard skin coat just as soon as she can be, Im sure. Its mad innit; weve had two actresses who are pregnant pretending theyre not and one actress who isnt, pretending she is. Thespians, eh?
As Maria and Jason go jogging each morning, Tyrones getting tetchy about their friendship. He has nothing to worry about, unlike Maria, whos warning Fiz off her man at every opportunity. At first Fiz is tempting Tyrone with chip butties, bacon sarnies, bits of cake and the like but then it gets serious with a snog in the garage. Tyrone doesnt know whether to be flattered or frightened, (he seems to be both) and seeks advice from Jack. Jack tells him hes young, play the field, sow his oats, be a man. He tells him to make the most of his animal magnetism. How do I do that? asks Tyrone. Roar, son. Roar. Jack replies. Vera dispenses womanly wisdom to Maria in terms they both understand: Keep your dignity against that mongrel, be a pedigree and put Tyrone on a tight leash.
Its Phil Simmonds court hearing and Toyah refuses to go. Janice and Les set off without her and theres drinks all round in the Rovers later as Simmonds gets 10 years inside. Toyah decides its time to take control of her life again and signs up for a further year at University. Oh come on, Spider, if youre coming back, come back soon. Toyah needs you more than ever.
Sally and Martin are feeling all smug that Gail thinks it was she who brought them together. So as you can imagine, Gail is not best pleased to find out from a chance remark in the Rovers from Rita that the relationship has been going on far longer than she thought. Shes been lied to again and lets the dopey duo know what she feels about them, in no uncertain terms. Martin couldnt care less, hes lied to Gail before and has no morals about doing it again. But this time its Sallys betrayal thats hurt Gail more than ever as she despairs at her friend: How could you Sal? How could you?. As if that wasnt bad enough, Kevin returns from Florida with the girls. Sally sits him down and gives him the news and he takes it badly, very badly, especially as the holiday had given him time to think about Sally, to realise how much he misses her and wants her. After ranting and raving and sinking a few beers in the Rovers, Kevin rounds off his day by smashing up Martins car. Sarah Lou takes it badly, screaming at Martin and at Sally, Rosie and Sophie take it in their stride its just another of mummys boyfriends. The only one who doesnt yet know is David, its up to Martin to break the news to him. Once Gail has calmed down, she and Martin are back on speaking terms, but only just, as she tells him: I know youre a good father - just a lousy human being.
And finally this week, Emmas started nesting and gets Jason and Kirk in to decorate the bedroom. Kirk hurts himself opening the tin of paint and has to be rushed to the surgery for a tetanus, bless.
Ednas got a sense of doom and death and has taken to drinking copious amounts of brandy to quieten the spirits and calm the voices. Every landlord shes ever worked for has died while shes been working for him and shes certain that Duggies next.
And thats just about that for this week.
Glenda :-)
Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. Brought to you this week while listening to Leicester v Boro on the radio after having succesfully cooked dinner. I mention this because 'tis a rare occasion indeed; not to cook dinner, I do that quite often. It's just not often I do it well. And so without any further ado, here we go with this week's Coronation Street update.
It's been a quiet week on the cobbles this week. Storylines are flat and there's not much happening although there's some cracking dialogue, as is so often the case these days, in the Daran Little episodes.
The fall out from Martin and Sally's relationship hits the street this week. Rosie and David have a punch up and Gail and Sally have a severe falling out. Audrey sticks her oar in, as is her wont: "You're like love struck teenagers playing musical chairs". Kevin can't handle it, gets drunk, has a fight with Martin in the Rovers and then stumbles to Molly's place for a shoulder to cry on but even she's not that desperate for friends like him and throws him out: "..and tek yer booze and yer self pity with yer!". Gail has a quiet word with Kev in the Rovers, telling him he's in danger of having his access to the girls denied, if he's not careful. There was a touching scene between mother and son as David and Gail had a heart to heart, a lovely scene indeed as David tries to come to terms with the changes around him. But for the first time ever, I sat and watched Corrie this week with my fingers in my ears going "tra la la, tra la la" at loud volume. It was horrible, it really was. There was Martin at work, all clinical in his green gown, interrupted by Sally who'd popped in to see him, telling him she wasn't feeling too grand. "It's my heart doc, it keeps pounding" (tra la la, tra la la) "And I have a yearning deep inside" (tra la la bloody la). Yuck.
Mrs MacDonald isn't happy with the start of married life, living in the flat with her husband his business partner. She's hoping if she nags long and hard enough, Steve will buy her the quayside apartment she thinks she deserves. But it's Anthony's old flat they end up moving into, much to Rita's dismay. (Oh no.. Boro are losing 1-0). Anyway, there's loud music and parties chez MacDonald which annoy Rita something rotten. While Steve expresses his concern, Karen couldn't give a stuff about the noise, about the flat, about Rita. She wants to live in that flat on the quayside, or nothing. Rita tells Norris about the problems she's having with her neighbours but that's nothing to what Norris has to contend with, oh no, living next door to Blanche Hunt: "She's at it every night with Des O'Connor."
Cue to the bookmakers, you remember, that place where Sean Skinner and Des Barnes used to work. Well, the set has been given a fresh coat of paint and we're in there watching Peter get told off by his boss for having an extra 15 minutes at lunchtime. But the bookies is up for sale (now there's a coincidence) and Peter asks Ken if he'll loan him the money to invest in the place. Ken thinks about it but has to ask Deirdre who gives the thumbs down when Ken tells her they'd have to put their house up as collateral. Meanwhile Peter and Shelley become an item, i.e. they're shagging.
Talking about shagging, Sam and Toyah finally get it together when she tells him she's ready for lurve. There's just one problem - Sam's an old romantic and wants to be with Toyah every night, every day. He tells Toyah it's her he needs to chase the blues away. It must be love, love, love but Toyah thinks it's madness.
Curly gets promoted to Area Manager at work and although he's chuffed to little bits, Emma is less happy. What with his council work and extra responsibily at Freshco, she's concerned about life when the baby arrives, especially as they'd already agreed he would give up his job and she would return to hers. Nesting, Emma gets more help with the decorating from Charli, who confides to Emma that she's an adopted child. I'm sorry but Charli could have told Emma she was really Lord Lucan and it wouldn't have made her any more interesting to me.
Fiz continues to chat up Tyrone and the poor lad's confused. Jack tells him to sample all the sweets in the sweetshop while he's young (but maybe lay off the ones that rot your teeth and turn your tongue blue). Maria's annoyed and quite jealous and tries to fix Fiz up with Kirk.
Ashley goes to hospital for more tests on his doodah and finally it seems that a problem has been identified. With private health insurance, he's whipped in the next day for his op and Maxine buy him silk jim-jams while he recovers. "We can have babies" she whines, in an annoying Posh Spice kind of way, "Lots and lots of babies". In the Rovers after hours, Maxine celebrates with Edna, Janice, Sunita and a bottle of champagne before stumbling home and bumping into doctor Matt. After spraying champagne in each other's faces, the pair of them end up wrestling on the carpet with tongues and limbs wrapped round each other. A strange way to look for the cork, but there you go.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. As I sit down to write this for you this week, I've got a glass of red in front of me and I'm seriously considering shooting the little man. You know, that little bloke that comes on the telly just before Corrie in the Cadbury's slot with that irritating one liner: "Oooh... just like Friday." Does he know how distressing it is to be sitting there on a Sunday night with the gloom of a heavy Monday morning at work hanging over your head, and he's there on the telly going "Oooh... just like Friday". Argh! Fridays are just like Fridays. Sundays most definitely aren't. Monday's still aren't and Wednesday's are almost, but not quite. Senile old git, pull yourself together. Right, thank you, rant over so without any further ago here we go with this week's Coronation Street update.
It's the morning after the night before. Matt and Maxine are trying their best to avoid each other which proves a bit tricky when Ashley comes home from hospital and invites Matt and Charli round for nibbles and drinks. Maxine is overly caring towards Ashley, displacing her guilty emotions and Matt ponders on the fact that not only has he had it off with his wife's best friend but he's also had it off with his best friend's wife. Anyway, Charli decides to pay her birth mother a visit and as quick as you like, she turns up on the doorstep of a woman in a terrace who's not best pleased to see her. She pretends she's not bothered but when she gets home to Matt, she proceeds to get plastered. Next evening when Matt discovers her drunk on the sofa at tea-time, he knows there's a problem but can't prevent Charli from embarassing herself further when she trips up the garden path in front of Candice and Todd, pupils from school.
Candice and Todd, meanwhile, are having problems, or at least Todd thinks they are when Candice refuses to see him after school. He assumes she's got another boyfriend but Candice is spending her time after school working in a factory being paid peanuts for packing Christmas decorations. Todd's not keen on her working there but she reckons it's good money. When she offers to pay for dinner on Thursday (Thursday? Again? Do we really now have 5 Corrie episodes a week?) it puts a smile on Todd's face.
Rita and her neighbours reach a truce when Rita plays Radio 2 at loud volume when she gets up at 5am to do the papers. Karen storms into the Kabin to give Rita a piece of her mind, but Rita says she's only turn the volume down, if they do. Checkmate. I have to say, I never liked Karen and thought her character pretty much a waste of space but recently she's really come into her own. Not only has she improved as a character, her relationship with Steve is a joy. They're like the Laurel and Hardy of Weatherfield with her getting him into yet another fine mess. It's come to something when I feel sorry for Steve McDonald, but now he's married to Karen, I do. At the bookies, there's a break-in and five grand goes missing. Peter is prime suspect and he knows it so he asks Shelley to give him the perfect alibi, all she has to do is tell the police she was with him on the night in question. But Shelley is made of better stuff than Peter, and refuses to lie for him. Unhindered by morals, Karen offers to do it, for a price, and she's on. The only problem is that in order for Peter's alibi to be believable, it has to look like Peter and Karen were having an affair on the night in question. Steve's male pride gets the better of him so arranges to give Peter a thumping in the pub, for the sake of appearance. It's all very silly but it does look like Peter stole the money himself although he tells Shelley "I didn't steal it, I just borrowed it". Peter's boss tells him he's confident he'll find out who the burglar was; after all, the notes were all marked.
Tyrone and Maria had a big falling out this week when Kirk told Maria he'd seen Tyrone snogging Fiz. A tearful Maria confronts Tyrone in the garage, he can't lie (though he tries) and she knows it's all over. Later in the Rovers, Tyrone's drunk at the bar when Maria goes on to talk to him but all he can manage is "Idunnoworrawant". She gives him back her engagement ring before running away to Spain on holiday for two weeks. Wasting no time, Fiz makes a move on Tyrone immediately, but he's in bits and in tears and pushes her away.
After last week's drunken night in the Rovers for Janice, Sunita, Maxine and Edna, Duggie stumbles home the following morning, hungover from his rugby bash. He staggers upstairs and into his bed, only to find Edna - dead! Stone cold, out of it, under Duggie's duvet. At the funeral tea in the Rovers, Edna's sister Iris turns up looking very much the living image of Edna and a similar harbinger of doom. It's a short scene but a good one, especially when she asks Duggie how he's fixed for a replacement cleaner.
Sam books Toyah a week in Ibiza but Toyah's not having it and turns down her week of sun, sea, sandals and Sam. She tells him to back off, he's coming on too heavy and advises him to lay off the love thang but it could be too late, he's smitten. She returns to college this week and had a busy day with 2 lectures and a possible library visit. Ah, how well I remember.
And finally this week, Deirdre's glasses were smashed. She'd put them on the counter in the corner shop and in comes Dev with a pile of boxes he dumps right on top of her specs. Off Deirdre goes to get her spare pair, and they're even bigger and more horrid than they ones she was wearing. Dev insists on buying her new ones, perhaps, even, some trendy or wicked ones?
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
