Jan 1, 2007
Greetings, welcome and Happy New Year to all you lovely,
lovely readers of the Coronation Street weekly update. It seems like, ooh,
ages, since I sat here last and wrote about the goings on in the Street
and indeed it was over two weeks ago. So in the weekly update today I’ll
try my best to remember what happened over the Christmas episodes and incorporate
events into this update today. And so, without any further ado,
here we go with this week’s and a bit of last week’s Coronation Street
update.
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A quick round up of events over Christmas, then…
David Platt got hold of granny Ivy’s diary and surprised Gail at the
Christmas dinner table with Ivy’s warblings of when Gail was going to have
an abortion when she found herself pregnant with David. As if this news
doesn’t curdle the brandy cream on the pudding, the icing on the Christmas
cake came when Bill’s wife Maureen walked through the door and the whole
flaming pudding crashed to the floor. Audrey took the news well, considering,
and let Bill go after Maureen and move back in with Sal and Kev. Meanwhile,
over at the Grimshaw’s, a young girl called Emma dumped a baby on the
doorstep saying it was a result of a one night stand with Jason and she
couldn’t cope with it anymore. Once over the shock, Eileen’s happy playing
grandma but Jason’s not best pleased. Eileen names the baby Holly,
perhaps because it’s proving to be such a berry prickly subject for her
son.
And so, to New Years…
At the Rovers on New Years Eve there’s a fancy dress night for the
staff where they all have to dress up as Stars of the Silver Screen. “Ooh,
I love Stan Laurel” coos Michelle to boss Liz who’s right put out as she’s
supposed to be Sally Bowles from Cabaret. Michelle’s done up as Kirstin
Dunst (and I’m not sure who that is, which proves, officially and unconditionally
that I Am Now Getting On A Bit. This came home to me when our family
played the Who Wants to be a Millionaire Interactive DVD on Boxing Day and
I couldn’t answer a question about Radio 1. I shall wear my bobbly cardigan
and slippers with pride from now on). Anyway, Violet’s dressed as Marilyn
Monroe, albeit without the ample bumps and the bits that Marilyn once had,
and Sean’s dressed up in chaps as a chap from Brokeback Mountain although
Violet wondered if he was from Carry on Cowboy. So while all the
fun and games are going on in front of house where there’s more extras
in the Rovers than there ever was in Ben Hur, in the back room Steve sets
a seduction scene for Michelle. It’s all rose petals and champagne and
Violet’s under instruction to get Michelle in there when the clock strikes
twelve. But when it does, in walks Sonny, Michelle’s new fella, and Steve
consoles himself with a peck on Eileen’s cheek instead. She’s not working
at Streetcars as Steve’s got Fat Brenda moonlighting from Ladycabs in Levershulme.
I think I know her. Anyway, when Vernon finds the back room all deserted
but clearly set for seduction he helps himself to champers just as Liz walks
in and she assumes he’s set the room up just for her. Feckless as he
is, he doesn’t disabuse her of the notion that it was all his idea. Mind
you, when she finds out the truth, she’s back to smoking like a trooper after
a few hours off the fags for her new years resolution.
Frankie left the cobbles this week, another exit in another taxi with
another woman’s face streaked with mascara tears. She and Jamie were planning
to move to Spain and as she packed her pink Burberry suitcases (what else?)
she starts to wonder if Jamie isn’t too bad tempered just like his dad.
She decides to go and stay with a mate in Essex instead and Jamie and his
half-beard are left alone on the cobbles. As midnight strikes on the
street, Jamie gets a phone call from dad Danny who’s pictured at a party
surrounded by what would, in the 70s, have been called dolly-birds, all hair
and lips and come-hither glances. Danny tells Jamie he knows that he and
Frankie have split. But how does he know? Danny also rings Liam to tell him
he’s sold his share of the business but doesn’t say who’s bought it. It’s
his brother Paul Connor, but we don’t know that yet. I just read it somewhere.
After the locals collected money for Cilla’s swimming with dolphins
fund, she packs and leaves to go on hollider to Florida. As she gets ready
to go, she comes clean to them all about having the all-clear on the cancer
and says she only lied to get back at Les and Yana. Les is distraught and
asks for forgiveness, Fiz is in tears, Yana feels guilty: “I’m sorry Cill.
I don’t even like him!” and little Chesney wishes his mum dead for what
she’s put them all through. Doesn’t stop her from up and leaving the
lot of them to go to Florida though.
Also this week…
Violet collapses in pain and rings 999. When the ambulance arrives,
they rush her straight to hospital followed by a very worried Eileen,
Jamie and Sean. Poor Violet’s had an ectopic pregnancy and has lost her
baby.
Janice’s heating packs up in her flat so she has to call out the emergency
plumber. He’s a nice fella called Roger who sorts out the heating (there
are too many gags here to choose from so I’ll let you pick your own about
old boilers, sorting out her plumbing and internal pipes). He also
fixes her dodgy shelf, her shower and her dining room chairs but leaves without
fixing a date with the littlest knicker stitcher. Somehow, I think he’ll
be back.
And finally this week, Molly has been subliminally altering Jack’s
behaviour using dog training techniques. This makes Vera happy as Jack’s
even been offering to do the washing up and returns home early from the
pub. So far Molly has taught Jack how to sit, stay, beg and roll over
but she hasn’t yet accomplished Vera’s wish to get her hubby upstairs in bed
for a bit of rubbing tummies.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Happy New Year!
Glenda
Jan 8, 2007
Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. This week the update
comes to you eating the last of its Christmas chocolates and wondering when
it’ll start a new diet. But without any further ado, here we go with this
week’s Coronation Street update.
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When Janice has to get the plumber in, she gets more than she bargained
for when she falls in love with the bloke. But when he tells her he’s leaving
for a new job in France, what’s a girl to do? She’s fallen for the fella
and so when Roger asks Janice to go off with him for three months in France,
she tells him she will. “Ooh, it’s all very déjà vu de brouhaha”
notes Sean in the Rovers, all foreign-like, when Roger doesn’t arrive
to whisk Janice off the cobbles. Even Fiz is ready to tell her mate “I
told you so” as Janice’s spirits sink when she thinks she’s been let down
by the plumber. But they were all proved wrong when Roger turned up to put
a smile on Janice’s face. It was actually quite romantic as the pair of
them trundled off the cobbles in his little plumber’s van with plastic piping
on its roof, on their way to a (temporary) new life in France. Ooh la la.
Babies were much in the mind on the cobbles this week. First off, Violet
loses her baby after an ectopic pregnancy and it’s Jamie who holds her
hand in hospital when she receives the bad news. Elsewhere, baby Holly
proves problematic at the Grimshaw’s as Jason struggles to cope. He seeks
advice from Sarah and as the two of them swap tips on getting baby puke
out of their hair, they decide to get back together as a family of four.
The news doesn’t go down well, as you’d expect, with Eileen and Gail who
look on stonily at their offspring before storming out. Gail, clearly traumatised,
locks herself in David’s car with the radio cranked up on R&B when
a strong G&T would have taken the pain away better.
Michelle and Ryan move into the flat above the Kabin and Steve tries
to sabotage Michelle’s love life with Sonny. First off he tries to get
into Ryan’s good books by buying him chips in exchange for gossip on his
mum’s new boyfriend. Then, Michelle needs a babysitter for Ryan as she swans
off on a date with Sonny. Liz offers to plonk Ryan in front of the telly
in the back room of the pub and when Steve finds him there, the two of them
chat about Michelle’s new fella. On the pretence of getting the key to the
flat from Michelle, Steve drives Ryan to Sonny’s house – it’s all size over
style, ‘very Executive-Barratt’, the 2007 Corrie equivalent to ‘very bay
window’. Michelle knows what Steve’s up to and takes him some dinner
out to the cab, throws it into his lap and warns him to leave her alone.
In a flat with possibly the worst interior décor we’ve ever
seen on Corrie, Paul and Carla Connor celebrate her birthday. She could
be 27, 58 or 102, it’s hard to tell with a face like hers. She tells hubby
Paul she wants to start making her own line of kid’s clothes in the factory
but he’s against it, as is brother Liam. Paul is now the new owner of Underworld
which confuses the girls no end, having two Mr Connors to report to although
they could rename them to Mr Thunderbird Puppet Connor and Mr James Bolam
Connor. That’s what I’ve done, works for me! Anyway, Carla gets cosy with
Kelly and stitches her up by offering her work on the side to get her new
kid’s collection underway - without telling Mr Connor or Mr Connor.
Tracy Barlow doing the washing up in a maid’s outfit, stockings, suspenders
and frilly washing-up gloves might put a smile on Charlie’s face (and
indeed, him indoors on the sofa) but it’s all done to keep Charlie happy
while Tracy badmouths him outside of the house. She’s got Ken and Deirdre
wondering if Charlie’s beating their daughter up while Claire’s convinced
Tracy’s the victim of domestic abuse. This week we’ll see Tracy kill Charlie
Stubbs, a story that never held much appeal for this fan and is losing attraction
as each episode goes by. I can’t for the life of me think why any woman,
on Corrie or off, would have such low self-esteem that she’d murder a bloke
rather than pack her bags and leave him. But then, this is Tracy Barlow
we’re talking about, a woman for whom logic applied its lippy then upped,
left, got on the number 10 bus to town and went off the rails a very long
time ago. Anyway, Tracy’s brother Peter returned this week and on the advice
of Ken and Deirdre, took his sister for a drink to find out the truth about
Charlie. Jason sees Peter with his arm around Tracy and tells Charlie some
fella’s out walking with his woman. When Charlie gets home and Peter’s upstairs
in the shower, Tracy does little to disabuse Charlie of the notion that she’s
got a hot hunk upstairs, just to wind him up. But by the time Charlie’s
ran up the stairs and beaten seven bells out of Peter, it’s a bit too late
for Tracy to shout: “He’s my brother! Leave him alone!”.
As the fight goes on outside on the cobbles, inside of the Rovers it’s
the big quiz night. Norris has rounded up Ken, Rita and Emily for
the Stop Press team and Roy and Hayley’s with Becky in the Barmcake Army.
As the Rovers crowd dash outside to watch the Charlie and Peter knock-out
round, Norris comes back indoors early and copies one of Roy’s answers,
on trains of course, to his own answer sheet. Norris’ team wins the competition
and the fifty quid but everyone knows that Norris has cheated. Rita thinks
it only fair to buy Roy’s team a round of drinks and takes the £50
from Norris’ sweaty little hand. Vernon was wonderful as the quiz compere
with his drumkit and white dicky bow tie. “Welcome to the quiz!” he yells,
cymbal bash, drum roll. “It’s 3 rounds” bash, roll, “And 6 teams!”, bash
roll, etc. “Question two – who won the fight outside then?” He’s brilliant,
is Vernon. When the quiz is over the cops come to quiz Tracy and take Charlie
away for unlawful wounding. Peter discharges himself from th’ospital with
cracked ribs and dried blood all over the place.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
Jan 15, 2007
Welcome to murder, mystery and a lovely chocolate
biscuit. Yes, it’s time again for another of me Coronation Street weekly
updates. So sit down, put your feet up and relax as the curse of the cobbles
strikes again at number six and it’s murder time on our favourite soap. And
so, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street
update.
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The big story this week has been
Tracy killing Charlie so I’ll jump right in and get this one done first.
Charlie apologises to Peter for beating him up in the bathroom last week.
Peter’s face is up like a pudding and he’s black, blue and purple so words
of apology don’t really work. Up in court for assault, Charlie gets 200 hours
of community service and tells Tracy he wants her out of the house. But Tracy’s
got other ideas, she doesn’t want to leave ‘cos she’s got nowhere to go. Claire
comes in to give Tracy support but they end up having a cross-purpose chat.
“You’ve got to do it!” she urges Tracy, meaning she’s to leave him. “I will,
I’ll do it tonight!” Tracy replies, with a mad glint in her eye, meaning
that she’ll kill him. Luring Charlie-boy with a lap dance in the living room,
Tracy lulls him into a lustful sense of security sitting on the sofa. As
she writhes around and he slurps his beer, she picks up a statue from the
sideboard and knocks seven bells out of him. He slumps to the floor, covered
in blood and she sticks a knife, stained with her own blood, into his left
hand to make it look as if he was attacking her and she’s killed him in self-defence.
But was Charlie Stubbs left-handed? The cops arrive and Tracy’s taken in
for questioning. The cops quiz Tracy and she lies through her teeth. She’s
set free on bail on condition that she doesn’t go back into number six, she
doesn’t talk to any witnesses and she doesn’t see Charlie. Ah, Charlie. He’s
not dead after all, there was a flicker of life in his eyes as the paramedics
were carting him off to th’ospital and Tracy’s beside herself needing to
know if he’s going to die or if he’ll live to shop her in to the cops. Breaking
the rules of her bail, she gets into the hospital ward where Charlie lies
strapped to a life support machine and hisses in his face that she wishes
he were dead. Jason’s the only one to spend time by Charlie’s side, unconvinced
that his boss would have tried to kill Tracy. Norris is loving it all, of
course, and reckons it’s better than an episode of CSI. Even Blanche got
out of her bath to see what the commotion was all about. Back at th’ospital,
Charlie dies with Jason and Maria in tears by his side. When the news reaches
Tracy, she doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry so she does both and hopes
nobody notices the first bit. Steve offers her a shoulder to cry on and takes
Amy out of the way of the Barlow’s. The cops quiz Claire who’s kept a catalogue
of Charlie / Tracy events in her diary, as dictated by Tracy of course. They
even quiz Gail who also tells them that Charlie was a bully, but still, these
coppers, eh? They won’t let it lie and when the forensic report gets
back to the cops, they take Tracy in for more questions then lock her up
in the cell and charge her with Charlie-cide. Oh ‘eck.
Elsewhere on the Street this week, Carla (Xena Princess Warrior) made
herself even more unpopular at the factory when she bought and moved a
desk into the Underworld office. She wants to set up her own brand of kids
clothes but Liam (Captain Scarlet) is against it and husband Paul (James
Bolam) daren’t say no. She needs a backer, someone with the cash to put
into her brand of kids clothes so when she finds out from Steve that Michelle’s
new fella Sonny isn’t short of a bob or two, she’s straight round there
which scuppers Michelle and Sonny’s supper when she barges into the flat
to chat up the rich guy.
Romance wasn’t running smoothly for a few people on the cobbles this
week. First off, Steve’s plan to woo Michelle took a huge knock when Sonny
turned up with tickets for a Manchester City game for Michelle and Ryan.
Somehow I don’t think Steve offering Ryan free taxi rides to school will
quite top that.
And Becky also had the bloke blues this week. She met a new fella at
work in Roy’s café and she thinks he’s ok so they make a date for
the Rovers. Hayley’s all of a flutter over Becky’s new fella and giggles
like a child when Becky gets a text message. But after a first date
and an overnight stop out, Kelly tells the fella about Becky’s past, that
she’s been inside and is an ex-con. That soon puts him off and wipes the
smile off Becky’s face when he dumps her. Shame really, as Becky is growing
on me as a character but I can well understand Kelly wanting revenge for
Becky stitching her up over the factory theft a few months ago.
Fiz notices that Chesney’s not being looked after properly since Cilla
left them to swan off on hollider to Florida. He’s wearing dirty clothes,
hasn’t been fed and isn’t doing his paper round so Fiz and Kirk have a strong
word with Les who says he’s doing his best while Cilla’s away, but all
he seems to be doing is drinking. Roy has a quiet word with Ches in the
café, man to lad and Fiz does his washing for him. Ah, bless.
And finally this week, Bill Webster returned, and all is right with
the world.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
Jan 22, 2007
Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. Today
is officially
the most miserable day of the year, according to some academic at Cardiff
University. And events on the cobbles bear witness to that misery, what
with murder, mayhem and Blanche’s corns acting up. So anyway, without any
further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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Events have been dominated this week by the trial of Tracy Barlow for the
killing Charlie Stubbs. Represented in court by a shabby solicitor in a
soiled suit – rumpled of the Bailey – Tracy’s not best pleased. He’s so
useless he can’t even get her out on bail and she’s put away in the Big House
to be menaced by the cast of Bad Girls. Blanche is in her element in the
magistrate’s court, she’s a regular there and they all know her well. “Well,
it’s cheaper than the pictures” she says, noting that Tracy’s solicitor
isn’t a patch on her favourite dashing brief, Mr Harper-Sterling, who
reminds her of a young Tony Curtis and got a young lad off with burglary
t’other week. While Claire potters around the cobbles with a petition, Deirdre
and Ken argue about whether they can afford a hot-shot lady lawyer that Tracy
reckons will get her off and out of jail. Ken reckons they don’t have the
funds but Deirdre smokes for England and sides with her mother who offers
to put up her savings to get Tracy what she wants. At the Barlows, it’s Ken
and Peter by the sideboard vs Deirdre and Blanche on the sofa, arms crossed
and growling. Adam sits in the middle, waiting to see who’ll get the best
storyline before deciding where his allegiance lies. There’s a family conflab
in the pub and finally Ken agrees to remortgage the house, rip open their
savings and sell their souls to save Tracy. Best line of the week went
to Blanche (again) when she and Peter heard from Liz in the Rovers that everyone
thinks Tracy’s a cow. “But she’s our cow!” says Blanche “and we have to support
her”. Whether Ken will agree to support her to the tune of an expected one
hundred thousand pounds remains to be seen. But if that determined look
on Deirdre’s face is anything to go, then Ken had better start getting his
supermarket trolley-pushing arm into practice again.
Meanwhile, Jason talks to the cops about Tracy and Charlie. He tells
them he thinks Tracy’s capable of doing Charlie in, and probably did. Jason
takes control at the builders’ yard, with a little help from Secretary
Sarah. The two of them call up the customers to tell them their building
work won’t be finished because the builder’s gone and died (yeah, right,
we’ve all heard that one before) and Jason takes on as much work as he
can to keep things ticking over. He’s also trying to cope with baby Holly
and arranging Charlie’s funeral as none of his family or friends (friends?)
have come out of the woodwork. Methinks what Jason needs is a senior partner
to come into that business to take control, someone perhaps, like builder
Bill Webster? Could he fix it? Probably, yes. Just an idle thought.
Yes, Bill returned last week and wasted no time in getting his bags unpacked
and his baggage unloaded into Audrey’s flat. Ooh, they both pretended neither
was interested in each other at first but it only took a couple of drinks
before Audrey was offering him a place to lay his head and all his other
manly bits. Sally and Kev are resigned to Bill’s ways, send him off and
wish him well but Gail isn’t as kind about her mother and stands there all
disapproving with arms crossed and eyes rolling, in that way that she does.
“You’re a rubbish dad, Les” says Fiz when she finds out that Chesney’s
being neglected over at the Battersby-Browns. When Les isn’t drinking cheap
lager, he’s sleeping it off, his own way of coping with Cilla leaving.
Meanwhile, little Ches is doing the cooking and cleaning as best as he
can but it’s too much for the little ‘un to cope with and Fiz asks Maria
if he can move into their flat. “Is he tall, dark and handsome?” asks Maria
when Fiz says there’s a new man moving in with them. No, Maria, he’s short,
skinny and ginger. There’s no room for Schmeicel at the flat so Kirkeh
looks after him while Les flounders about in his messy vest. When Cilla returns
she’s brazen as they come and apologies for nothing, to no-one. Norris demands
the money back that he put into the dolphin fund and Cilla slings a quid
in his direction, which he laps up between bouts on the computer in the back
room of the Kabin. Just what is he up to in there? Anyway, Chesney takes
Schmeicel and runs away from the whole bleedin’ lot of ‘em but when he’s
refused admission on the No. 500 bus to Liverpool, Les and Fiz catch him
up in the rain on the road and take him back home. He’s not best pleased
to see his mum and tells her and Les he wishes he were an orphan so at least
he could choose his own parents. Fiz takes him back to her flat, leaving
Cilla and Les to think on.
Over at Underworld, Carla causes chaos between Liam and Paul as she tries
to get her range of kids clothes made up using the factory girls for stitching
and sewing. Mr Connor I and Mr Connor II are not best pleased and Liam
persuades Paul to have a quiet word with his missus. But he’s too scared,
so Liam does it for him and when he tells Carla she can’t use the factory
girls to do the extra work, she comes up with a plan of using the factory
when it’s closed. Does this mean there’ll be overtime overnight at Underworld
for the underpaid overworked girls?
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda Young
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Tracy joins the cast of Bad Girls this week, sharing a cell with big Brenda
the offender. Mind you, whoever she shared a cell with, they wouldn’t, couldn’t
be as bad as the one her mum Deirdre shared with when inside the Big House,
the scouser Jackie Dobbs. Just typing her name brings a shiver to my keyboard.
Ken and Deirdre spend their week flitting between the cobbles and the cell
block, visiting Tracy. She meets with her hot-shot lady lawyer Jane Simon
who reckons she’ll have her out on bail and out of jail in no time. She even
arranges for Tracy to go to Charlie’s funeral, with a prison guard and on
condition that Ken and Deirdre go too. Jason’s arranged it which confused
me somewhat. How did the thicky builder do it so quickly and so right? Jason’s
so dim he’d even get the answer wrong to a telly phone-in quiz. Question:
Who did Tracy Barlow murder? Was it a) Prince Charles, b) Charlie and the
chocolate factory or c) Charlie Stubbs? Anyway, at the church on one
side sit a bunch of unwashed Neanderthals needing no introduction as mates
of the deceased. On t’other side sit Jason and Sarah, and a weeping Maria
is comforted by a demented David Platt. Tracy sits at the back with her
sad face on and her parents by her side as Charlie’s coffin slides through
the hatch to the tune from the advert for Hamlet cigars.
Demon David Platt is slowly turning into granny Ivy Tilsley this week.
After Charlie’s funeral he tries to kiss Maria after comforting her in the
church. “Urgh! Get away from me you little freak!” she yells at him. So,
that’ll be a no then? Rejected by Maria, unloved by his mum and unwanted by
anyone else, David devises a plan to get the attention he craves and tells
the cops that Charlie tried to drown him in the bath (which was true) but
then he says he saw Tracy murder Charlie Stubbs (which was a great big fat
fib). Tracy’s let loose on bail and hits the Street to hunt down David,
who’s a the cop shop telling them his lies. Audrey and Sarah have the good
sense to take it all with a big pinch of salt but Gail, as always, believes
her son is telling the truth. When Tracy finds David, she grabs him by the
scruff of his neck and hauls him into the house, demanding to know what he’s
said to the rozzers. It’s clear that he’s made it up but as it’s in Tracy’s
favour, she encourages his fib. But David’s not so dumb and when he starts
to realise that Tracy is colluding with his made-up story, he wonders just
how grateful she’ll be for him lying to the coppers.
Norris is up to no good on the computer in the back room of the Kabin.
Rita’s rightly got her eye on him, well, when men are left to their own devices
with a PC in a darkened room, it’s easy for them to get confused and before
you know it they’ve gone one click from looking at their football heroes
to ogling the big baps brigade. But Norris isn’t like that, or at least,
not while Rita’s looking. He’s surfing Classmates Reunited and tempts Rita
into finding her mates and memories from her days singing in the clubs. He
does a search for Charlie Roscoe’s Exotic Dance Troupe and Rita waits to
hear if any of her old pals will get in touch, or indeed, are still alive.
Over at the chippy, Cilla slaps Yana by the deep fat fryer and once slapped,
the two slappers make up and are mates again, nuff said. Les is told the
news and advised to shut up and get the drinks in, if he knows what’s best
for him. Meanwhile, Chesney’s moved in with Fiz and she’s doing her Superwoman
bit to look after her little brother, feeding him healthy stuff and doing
his washing. Both Cilla and Les want Ches to come home, but he stands his
ground and sits down on Fiz’s sofa.
It’s Paul and Carla Connor’s 8th wedding anniversary and she’s not too
happy when he goes off into town with brother Liam on the beer as she stands
by the bar in the Rovers, supping alone. Carla decides to get her own back
on Paul and fixes a night out with Liam, Jo and Kelly from the factory and
tells Paul she wants to celebrate their anniversary with the lot of them
instead of a quiet two-some in the precinct pizza parlour, the one with the
red checky tablecloths, cheap wine, garlic bread, you know the sort of place.
Jo’s got her eye on Liam who’s got his eye on her back (and her front, her
up and down and her round and round). Sadly, Kelly also thinks she’s in with
a chance at Liam but those 36” legs, big hair, winning smile and lucky pants
aren’t going to do her any favours this time. It’s Jo that Mr Connor wants
and it’s Jo that Mr Connor gets as he snogs Jo by the bobbins on the factory
floor.
Roy and Hayley offer to help raise some money for Becky to put down the
deposit on her own flat. They rifle through some of their old tat in the
attic and come up with stuff that Becky can sell at a car boot. Roy finds
some first edition Eagle comics and a ray gun, worth a fortune to a collector
so he’s not best pleased when he finds out that Becky’s taken them to the
car boot to sell of as junk. However, he briefs a sigh of relief when Becky
returns with his goodies in a box after she refused to sell them to a fella
with sweaty hands. When Roy finally gets an evaluation on the old comics,
it comes in at a whopping fifteen hundred pounds.
And finally this week, newcomers Jodie Morton and granddad Wilf joined
the Street. These two are the first of a new family that’ll be headed up
by the fella who once played Sinbad on Brookside. Jodie catches the
eye of the Devster in the pub, who demands to know why old Wilf calls him
Chief. Some people do, but Dev wonders if the old guy is racist and points
out to Jodie the importance of remembering people’s names. “See-ya,
Nev!” says Jodie as she waltzes out of the Rovers to check on the state of
Diggory’s old bun shop which she’s bought to re-open as a junk food outlet.
Yes, poor Roy has competition for food once again.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
