Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. The update’s a bit late this week as I was out on the razzle last night and have only just caught up with Corrie now. The update will also be a day late next week as I’m off on my spring jollies. And so, as we’re late with the update already, let’s crack on and without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
Feb 4, 2008
Greetings and welcome to another Coronation Street weekly update. This week the update is wearing its big hoopy gold-plated ear-rings from the market, in the hopes it’ll make it look sofistikated like what Becky in the caff does. And so, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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This week Jack learned to cope with his grief on the Street. The widows of the parish who know a thing or two about living alone and getting on wi’it after losing a spouse decided to cheer Jack up and it’s not something he felt he was quite ready for. Emily offered to cook him a casserole and then Rita and Em took Jack to the pizza place where he’d have been a lot happier had they served him a pint instead of poncy plonk. Jack brought Vera’s ashes home and put her in pride of place in the living room. “Welcome home,” he told her, with a tear in his eye.
Elsewhere this week Kev was released from prison. He might have gone in there Neanderthal Man but he’s emerged as a New Man. If Sally’s not careful, he’ll be eating quiche next. Far from giving Rosie the ticking off she deserves over the fling with dull John, he sided with his daughter, gave her advice and said he’s going to be supportive of whatever she does next. He even offered to take her to the flicks once a week. Am I the only person who still calls them flicks? Anyway, Sally and Sophie aren’t best pleased with the attention that the new Kev lavishes on Rosie, and Sally’s well huffed that he’s not seen fit to turn his new fangled manliness in her direction just yet. But when he does try to show his sensitive side to his missus, Sal was not too happy and warned him off with: “Kevin, get touchy-feely in your own time. I’ve got work to do.”
So, with Rosie free to do what she wants next, with the full love and support from her dad, Kev turned a blind eye when Rosie went back to work at Underworld and undermined Sally’s posh school education. Acting as Carla Connor’s mini-me, Rosie threw herself straight back into the bear pit of stitching and bitching while making the tea and keeping Carla sweet.
Meanwhile, Carla’s nose was put out of joint when the Connor clan reunited as Helen and Barry flew in from Ireland. Helen and Barry are the ma and pa to Michelle and Liam, flown in specially for the wedding of their younger son while dishing out the vitriol to the widow of their other. No, there’s no love lost between Helen and Carla and Carla’s, like, “well I don’t care”, and “I never want to be a part of that family anyway” but you can tell she just, so, does. Helen and Barry look familiar, the sort of actor and actress you’ve seen on TV a few times before but you can’t place them right now, but that’s by-the-by. Audrey offered to put the two of them up at her place and got their room ready with her best duvet cover. As the Connors and Maria enjoyed a drink in the Rovers, Ma Connor regaled them with a tale of how a half pint of Guinness daily did her no harm when she was pregnant. She says drinking the black stuff is the reason why her kids all have glossy, black hair. Now, I know that can’t be true because if it was the Guinness, they’d also have a load of white froth on the top.
However, with Michelle’s mum and dad on the scene, this means that Michelle can’t tell them that Ryan’s not their real grandson. Now then, I’m no fan of this storyline but I appreciate that others might be, and so here we go. Michelle offered Ryan the chance to meet up with his real mam and dad but Ryan’s happy as he is and said he doesn’t want to know. But was Michelle happy to stay schtum about being someone else’s real mum? No, she’s flippin’ well not. She accosted young Alex after school, thrust her phone number on him and secreted him away in the back room of the pub when he came to find out just what the ‘eck’s going on. Steve wasn’t impressed by Michelle’s behaviour and do you know what, laydees and gentlemen? I’m not either.
Now then, I like Becky Grainger. I think she’s one of the best things on the Street and she lights up the screen when she’s on. She’s as rough as a badger and I think Corrie missed a trick by not casting her as the younger sister to the wonderful, but no longer seen, Yana Lumb. Becky got lucky with Jason this week and after getting him drunk when she caught him in a bad mood after a phone fight with Sarah, the two of them ended up in bed at Eileen’s. Next morning, Eileen was shocked. Shocked, I tell you. There was Becky, brazen as brass sitting at Eileen’s breakfast table, smoking a fag and wearing Eileen’s dressing gown. But Eileen wasn’t as shocked as Audrey who spotted her grand-daughter’s new husband snogging Becky from the caff by the welcome mat first thing in the morning. And Audrey wasn’t as shocked as Gail was when she found out the news. And then, oh, then, a wonderful fight ensued on the cobbles as Gail and Eileen tore into each other verbally over Jason being unfaithful to Sarah. It took fat Jerry the kebab man to separate the two women and he led Gail into her house and out of harm’s way after Eileen called her “Janette Krankie”. Eileen took out her revenge on Gail’s hanging basket, smashing it to the ground. Oh, you should have seen what she did to those winter flowering pansies. When Jason came to his senses (aka sobered up) he took a guilt trip to Italy to see his Sarah. Back at the café, Becky was loved up and had fallen head over heels for Jase. She tarted herself up and bought a new top, the sort with no back, hardly any front and two tiny straps. “What do you think?” she asked Roy as she held the top against her chest in the caff. “Two poached eggs on toast,” said Roy, with his mind on bacon butties, not breasts. “Blimey Roy, where do you keep the rest of the Pussycat Dolls?” asked Fiz in disbelief when she saw Becky all tarted up with her new top on. I suspect this cultural reference to popular music bypassed Roy completely. Of course, Becky found out that Jason had gone looking for his broad aboard and then she sat at the bus stop waiting for the bus into town, all on her own, smoking a fag and wearing her new top. This got me thinking that if I was ever lucky enough to be an extra on Corrie, all I’d want to be is a passenger on the Weatherfield Wayfarer and smile out of the window as it trundled by on its way into town.
Elsewhere this week, Darryl tried to woo Lauren and loaned her fifty quid but got nothing in return, apart from thirty seven pounds fifty and a shifty look as she dumped him in the chip shop. Mel turned out nice in her police uniform and there was a wonderful shot of a digital camera taking a photo of Jerry, Darryl and Mel. If I knew enough about film making techniques, I’d have been dead impressed by that bit.
And in a scene that went nowhere but left a million things unsaid, Sean served Norris at the bar in the Rovers. “What’ll it be, love?” Sean asked Mr Cole. “Did you just call me love?” asked Norris, all miffed and confused. It was a wonderful scene. Is it time that Norris came out of the closet?
And that’s just about that for this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were David Lane, Jonathan Harvey, Jan McVerry, Carmel Morgan and Damon Rochefort.
Glenda
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Feb 11, 2008
Greetings and welcome to a heart-shaped update that’s ready and waiting for its Valentine’s bunch of flowers. But not the ones from the bucket outside the petrol shop, please, not again. And so, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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I trust you’re sitting reading this with your best titfer on and your buttonhole erect for we’re going straight to the wedding of Liam and Maria, or LiaMaria as I like to call them. Shame they didn’t serve TiaMaria at the reception, but you can’t have everything, so on we go.
It’s the day before the wedding and the factory girls are in party mood. Liam sends Vicky out with a tenner and tells her to buy cakes all round. Does that mean they had doughnuts? After cakes had been eaten and the sugar rush kicked in, Sean and the factory girls sprinkled Liam with rose petals and sent him home to prepare for his big day.
On the night before the wedding Maria heads off for a sleepover at Audrey’s, leaving the coast clear for Carla to slip round and give Liam something to think on. At Grasmere Terrace, Maria realises she hasn’t got something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. As Betty’s at home with her varicose veins, that’s taken the old, borrowed and blue out of the equation so she’s desperate to find summat else instead. Emily comes up trumps with the borrowed and the blue bit by offering Maria a blue scarab which her wonderful nephew, the gorgeous Spider Nugent, sent to her from abroad. What a lovely man he is, who could wish for a better nephew and isn’t it time he came back to Corrie? But I digress, as always when Spider’s name gets a mention. Maria nips back to the Street to secure the scarab and spies Carla kissing Liam on the cheek. Maria had already had her suspicions fuelled that Cruella DiVorce was after her Liam when she found Carla with Liam in nowt but his pants and a hat after the lads tied him semi-naked to the Weatherfield Wayfarer bus stop on his stag night. It was a stag night that saw Kirk wearing a blue quiff hairdo wig and Steve McDonald sported a black and white hat. Hats, as you will see, are forming a theme in this week’s update and I’m keeping the very best hat for last. It’s even worse than that blue one of Deirdre’s she once wore for a wedding, the one that had a fascinator on the top. And that’s not something I’ve ever said in an update before.
The day of the wedding dawns and Maria’s in tears, she tells Liam she can’t go through wi’it because of Carla’s plotting and kissing and texting and snogging. Well, you can see why a girl could get upset. Audrey does her best with her “ooh, now, come on Maria my love” but Maria wants to speak to her groom. The guests fidget as they wait while the conflab takes place. Steve checks his watch and Kelly picks her teeth. Sally says she knew summat bad was going to happen because she’d seen a single magpie on the way to the church. And that’s never a good sign. Outside, while Maria’s having a heart to heart with Liam, his phone gets a message from Carla herself, telling Liam not to marry Maria when he can have her instead. You can’t blame the girl for trying, but Liam makes his choice and marries Maria. He, Liam Barrington Connor married her, Maria Jane Sutherland and did solemnly declare something about no lawful impediment to become joined in matrimony. Kirk did his bit and proudly walked his sister down th’aisle after telling her he was “in loco parentis”, a new phrase that he’d learned from Roy. Carla was in tears and stormed out of the reception in her hat. Yes, this is the very hat I mentioned earlier. It takes a special face to pull off a look like that and Carla managed it well. Think four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a hat and piled up on top of Carla’s head. And when the girls gathered to catch Maria’s bouquet, it was Sean’s arms it ended up in - a wonderful touch.
Elsewhere this week and away from the marital moans, Jason returned from Italy with a split lip after Sarah belted him one round the chops. He told Gail that their marriage had ended and went to the café to say sorry to Becky for doing a runner. He got another slap around the chops for that too, and although Roy has never been one to condone physical violence, even he admitted that it could have been deserved.
And finally, over at the Barlows’, it was Amy’s 4th birthday and there was cake, cards and some little friends at a party - but where was Michelle? She was out meeting her other son, Alex, neglecting Steve and Ryan. It’s time someone had a stern talk to that woman before she loses everyone she loves back at the ranch.
Coronation Street writers this week were Stephen Bennett, Jayne Hollinson, Debbie Oates and Julie Jones.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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Feb 18, 2008
Greetings and welcome to another weekly update. Yes, I know I always start off the update that way but I’m a creature of habit and it’s stood me in good stead over the years. So, if you’ve got your cuppa and your biscuit, and you’re sitting comfortably with your cushions plumped up, then we’ll begin. And so, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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Corrie lost one of its favourites this week, but don’t worry, it’s only temporary and just for a short while. Roy Cropper flew to t’other side of the world to be with his soul mate, his best friend, his Hayley. There was only one slight panic on Roy’s To Do list before he left as he fretted over Becky moving into the flat above the caff while he was away. Becky brought her stuff into the flat in black bin bags, bringing in her baggage and hanging up her hang-ups. With Roy now gone from Roy’s Rolls for a few weeks, who’ll tend to what he’s gone and left behind – ‘s Rolls? Step forward the educated Mr Barlow who might know a thing or two about sweet talking the customers but hasn’t got a clue when it comes to customer service. When Becky gives Tina short shrift after she gave Becky some backchat while drinking blue pop with David, she tells Ken to think on and use the same technique at home whenever Blanche gets out of hand. As if he’d ever dare.
Over at the Rovers, Liz has decided it’s time for a revamp and spring clean. Is it too late to start a campaign to Bring Back the Snug? Oh, apparently so. Vernon gets right into it, doing drawings and sketches and shares his vision and ideas for a new look for the pub. He’s thinking all Country and Western but all it’s going to get, and those who’ve seen the pictures will know, is a fresh lick of paint and a touch up all round. And most days, I think that’s what a lot of us would be happy with, if we’re honest with ourselves. Let’s just hope they don’t spoil the character of our favourite fictional pub too much when the makeover happens. As my lovely bloke once said when I insisted on putting his denim jacket in the washing machine after years of him wearing it to go out gigging in: “That’s not muck, that’s memories.”
Meanwhile, over at the Duckie’s house (note correct use of apostrophe now that there’s only one Duckie left. Sigh), Jack realised that he’d put a bet on the horses on the very day Vera died. He decided to check on the bet and it came up trumps with winnings to the tune of over £3,000 but why isn’t he delighted? Well, it turns out that he’s only gone and lost the betting slip which he legally needs to get his winnings from the bookies. He pleads with Dan and Harry but they insist on having the slip. The slip gives them all the slip and the house is turned upside down as the great hunt for the betting slip takes place, cushions are overturned, boxes are emptied, letters are opened but nothing is found. Not until Paul finds the betting slip in one of Vera’s novels. He’s ready to come clean and tell Jack the good news but Tyrone and Molly tell Paul some news of their own first. And when Paul finds out that he’s not wanted in the house once Jack sells it on to the young ‘uns, he decides to keep the betting slip and he slips it into his back pocket and gives Jack the slip when he slips out to the pub for a sip and some supper. And as if poor Jack hasn’t got enough on his plate. This week he’s had to make a quick escape every time he spied Emily and Rita who have made it their mission to cheer up the newly widowed and take him out for spot of beige drinking.
Alex and Ryan, brothers in nowt but hair colour, aren’t getting on and who can blame poor Ryan for sulking up in his room now that doppelganger (I love that word and aim to use it again before this paragraph has finished) Alex has moved into the Rovers? Michelle loves her new son better than her old son although she’ll tell anyone who’ll listen that she loves them both the same. Despite the jet black shiny hair, Alex is Michelle’s golden boy. Steve knows enough to tut and make faces every time Michelle takes sides with Alex over Ryan, but he needs to put his foot down. Next on the list will be a doppelganger (told you) boyfriend who looks just like Steve, but somehow quite isn’t. The old Steve and old Ryan will sit upstairs in the Rovers eating jam on dry toast as they watch the portable telly in the back room, the one without any heating in it while the new Steve and new Ryan (aka Alex) will dine on fine hot pot and ale downstairs in the back room in front of a roaring central heating appliance. Of course, Norris finds out the gossip about Michelle’s real son turning up on the Street and the news spreads like jam on dry toast all the way to Eileen and back to Steve at Streetcars who confirms it’s all true and does another tut.
Elsewhere, Eyeball Tony the Catalogue Man does a spot of breaking and entering after nicking the keys to Carla’s flat from her handbag. She thinks there’s an intruder and when she finds out it’s ET-the-CM she yells at him to leave. “I am CARLA CONNOR!” she screams. Well, I was scared. But Eyeball Tony manages to win her round with his beef dish he’d kept on a low simmer all night. After slinking into her flat, Carla likened Eyeball Tony to the Milk Tray Man, remember him? And all because the lady loves… a quick shag with a nutter.
Over at Underworld, it’s been all go in the factory this week. Not at the machines, you understand, as all the best dialogue and action happen at tea-break time. Kelly decides she wants to control her destiny with cosmic ordering. Is that what Curly did for Racquel that time when he bought her the star?
And finally this week, Sean has been upsetting Violet no end. The poor woman gets bigger every time she appears on screen and although she says she’s got another four weeks before the baby is born, she’ll be lucky to get through four episodes the state that she’s in. Hormonal and heavy, she’s craving ice-cream and shouting at Jamie to get Sean out of her life and away from the baby. So when Sean brings a non-speaking extra called Bob to Violet’s flat to do a spot of cleaning in time for the home birth, she’s not best pleased. as you’d expect. Outside the Rovers, the cast budget stretched a little further when another extra was given a couple of lines to say, the likes of which we may never hear again, advising Jamie to stop having babies once they’d reached number four. He had six of his own and wouldn’t recommend it. Anyway, on with the show, and Violet and Jamie decide to run away somewhere where Sean can’t find them or come looking for them. Mind you, the state Violet’s in, she’ll not be running anywhere and a slow waddle from Weatherfield may be in order.
Coronation Street writers this week were Stephen Bennett, Catherine Hayes, Peter Whalley, David Lane and Simon Crowther.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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Feb 25, 2008
