Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. You’ll
have noticed that this week’s update is being sent later than usual. Next
week’s will be the same. And so let’s crack on without any further
ado, with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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It’s Adam’s 18th birthday and there’s a party at Jamie’s house. Ken
and Deirdre pop in for a drink: “Can you smell drugs?” Ken asks his missus
as Sally does “Oops Upside Your Head” on the carpet and everyone boogies
to the Nolans. Sean has a quiet word with Adam in the backyard about
losing his dad and he tells Sean he hates living with the Barlows and wants
to kick out at something, or someone. That someone ends up being Danny
who Adam clobbers round the chops on the cobbles and Danny ends up with a
black eye - although his pride’s been hit worse than his face. Meanwhile,
Leanne larges it in the factory as Danny’s PA and the girls hit her up for
a cappuccino machine instead of instant from the kettle. “I’ll draft a memo”
says Leanne without having the faintest idea of what she’s talking about.
Sophie and Chesney stick a burger down the radiator at Roys Rolls and
there’s a right old pong in the cafe for days but nobody knows where the
whiff’s coming from. As Vera struggles in the smelly café, Jack
feels sorry enough for his missus that he even lends a hand and sweeps all
the floor doings into a pile. In comes Norris who slips on the rubbish and
lands in an awkward position with strains and sprains. He’s carted off to
th’ospital and is released in a wheelchair and a bad mood. He has
poor Rita running up and down the stairs at the flat doing things for him,
taking him to the toilet and carting him across the cobbles to the pub.
When Roy returns to find his pride and joy cafe shut down by the Environmental
Health Inspector because the mouldy burger has attracted mice and Norris
threatening to sue over his fall, well he’s not best pleased, as you can
imagine.
Emily moans to Norris that she heard Rita carousing with Archie all
night and they’ve eaten her big bag of twiglets she was saving for a special
occasion. But then Blanche gossips that Archie was the reason Keith
and Audrey have split up, and of course Rita overhears. She sails past
Archie and Audrey in her big plastic mac when she spies them chatting in
the Street and gets in a right to-do. Old enough to know better not
to fight over a fella, even one with his own teeth and a bit of hair left,
Audrey and Rita make friends and Archie tells them he’s not looking for
love, just friendship. Rita says she’s fine with this but Audrey reveals
she’s after something more.
Becky irons Lloyds underpants which seems a good enough reason to me
for them to tell her to sling her hook from their flat. She tells them
it’s fine then breaks down in tears before deliberately burning Kelly’s
best top with the iron.
And Nathan moved in with Frankie this week. The pair of them find it
a bit awkward as they sit side by side on the sofa so take their uneasiness
to the pub for a pint and hot pot. Always a good thing to do.
Sorry it’s late and short and sweet this week. Next week’s will be
the same too.
Glenda
Greetings and welcome to another weekly update.
Next week the update will be brought to you by the very lovely Janet Waterhouse.
I’ve watered the weekly update office plant, bought her a new cushion for
the weekly update chair and left a pile of chocolate biscuits next to the
weekly update kettle. I’ll be back with you the week after next. But
now, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street
update.
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Roy’s relieved when the café gets a clean bill of health and
it reopens to serve up the people of the parish with their bacon barm-cake
fix. Vera asks Roy if she’ll get paid for the time that the café
was closed. Trying (very, very hard) not to belt her round the head
with his freshly scrubbed frying pan, Roy replies in measured tones that as
she was the one responsible for closing him down in the first place, then,
no, Vera, no, she will not be getting paid.
There’s something underhand at Underworld. Fiz and Leanne’s purses go
missing, then Sally’s engagement ring. In the Rovers, Blanche loses her
purses too and the finger of suspicion falls heavily on Kelly’s head (it’d
be the weight, I’d say, of a full lemon squeezy jif, not so heavy as to
knock you out, but heavy enough so you know it’s there). All the stolen
loot turns up in Kelly’s locker but it’s barmy Becky who’s stolen them and
put them there to fit her old mate up. Becky’s the sort of girl that we
had in our school, you probably had one of them in yours, who put fear in
the first years, the frighteners on the school truancy officer and scared
the living hell out of the teachers. Anyway, Kelly’s carted off to
the cop shop where she’s grilled and roasted and served with contempt.
Back at the flat, Becky comes on to Lloyd and tries to snog him in the soft
furnishings. He pushes her away and chucks her out on her ear. Joanne’s
the only one who believes Kelly’s innocent as she’s shunned by Sean and
the factory girls.
Rita responds to Norris barking out commands from his wheelchair.
Ooh, it was just like Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, but in colour and
on cobbles. When he can finally pull himself together instead of Rita
doing it for him, Norris goes on a date with a woman called Helen.
Well, she seems nice enough and Rita and Emily enjoy the gossip when they
spy her coming to his flat. After Norris takes Helen on an afternoon
out he takes her back to his flat where they find they’ve got much in common.
They both wrote fan letters to Stephanie Beacham and are united in their
grief at not receiving a reply. (Jonathan Harvey is fast becoming my
favourite Corrie writer). But when Helen suggests a dirty weekend in
London, Norris turns all no-no and says he won’t go-go. He retrieves
Helen’s coat from the cupboard and tells her to go, walk out the door, don’t
turn around now, you’re not welcome anymore. But as the cupboard door
swings open, it reveals Rita with a feather boa on her head who was hiding
in there. She’d gone into her old flat for a snoop around while Norris was
out and now she’s been found out. Norris, to say the very least, is not best
pleased. And Helen takes her leave wondering where Norris’ next floozy will
turn up – underneath the kitchen sink? Wonderful stuff and very funny
indeed.
Gail receives more cards but the spooky thing is one of them hasn’t
been posted, it just turns up on the kitchen table while David’s off school
sick and asleep upstairs. There’s a red smudge on the back of the
card, possibly blood, which puzzles Gail until David reveals he’s got a paper
cut on his finger. Chunk! Chunk! Chunk! The pieces of the puzzle fall
into place on Gail’s head (this one would be the weight, I’d say, of an
old fashioned tea-pot, possibly brown, not heavy enough to knock you out,
but heavy enough so you know it’s there) and she starts suspecting her
own son of being the secret card sender.
And Kev invites Craig to tea at the Websters without asking Sally for
permission three weeks in advance with a written request, in triplicate,
on a flower-scented notelet. She takes the huff and hits the roof
(why?, Sally, why?) and tells Kev that if he’s going to invite every stray
dog and orphan of Weatherfield for tea then he can blinkin’ well do the
cooking himself. So he does.
And elsewhere this week, over at Streetcars Claire’s on the switch and
takes the hump with the drivers for smoking in the cab office.
And that’s just about that for this week. It’s over to Janet next
week.
Glenda
