Hello and welcome again to another of me updates.
Come in, sit down, get comfy with a cuppa and ooh, look, there’s that lovely
Teddy Sheringham on the telly. Hang on a minute, I’ll just adjust me biscuits.
And now, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation
Street update.
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It’s just so wrong but somehow so right. No, not tuna paste toasties, but
something much more tasty. It’s Carla and Liam Connor, together at last.
If Carla and Liam were sitting in a tree, they’d be s-n-o-g-g-i-n-g. Oh,
that doesn’t scan. Never mind. The two dark haired lovelies ended up in each
other’s arms this week as Liam struggled to cope with the death of baby Paul.
Maria distanced herself from her husband, sure that there was summat going
on between him and his sister-in-law and she was right, in a kind of round-about
way. But when pressed on the point (ouch!) Liam swore true love to Maria
after he admitted feelings for Carla that were in the past. Maria went off
like a rocket, packed her bags and moved in with Fiz. Now then, I’m not sure
that moving in with Fiz is the best place for poor Maria. The girl’s just
gone and lost a baby, buried him in a funeral this week and split up with
her husband who’s having a fling with Carla Connor. Does she really need
comforting from someone who wears fluoro blue eyeshadow, a permanent grin
and gives glib advice: “I bet he’ll come bursting through that door any minute
saying ‘Maria, I want you back’ and you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.”
I was half expecting Fiz to burst into song with “The sun’ll come out, tumorra!”.
Bet your bottom dollar it doesn’t though.
Meanwhile, there’s a house swap to organise as Sally and Claire convince
their errant husbands that they want to move house. It was like watching
a virtual game of ping pong as Sally and Claire batted their husbands’ balls
across the cobbles from the Peacock’s to the Webster’s and back again. Fifteen
love, new balls please, raise the net and don’t drink cans of beer in the
conservatory, Kevin. “He’s so stubborn, he’d be a typical Taurean if he
wasn’t a Virgo,” moaned Sally of her Kev. This is going to be great fun
to watch as Sally goes into true Mrs Bucket mode with her ideas of grandeur
now that she’s going to have a garden and conservatory. Meanwhile, all Claire’s
got to look forward to is a kitchen so small the house will carry the reek
of beans for weeks. Mind you, she will have Hilda’s hatch and that’s a gen-you-wine
Street antique.
Gail finally came face to face for a heart to heart with her dad on the
sofa in her house. Tina was there too, she’d left home after an argument with
her mum and she provided the perfect backdrop to Gail’s meeting with Ted.
Gail wrongly assumed that Ted had been married and struggled to come to terms
with having a gay dad while Tina took it all in her stride and asked right
nosy questions. She also took a photo on her phone to show David in the big
house on her next visit. “This is, like, gonna do his ‘ead in.” Gail’s head
was already done in but she tried to showed how she could be as liberal and
open-minded as much as the next middle-aged woman knocked sideways out of
her comfort zone. “I’m a Blairite, I voted Blair,” she gasped. Then
it was Audrey’s turn to hear Ted’s news when she swanned in looking like
Vernonica Lake with her new hairdo for a spot of flirting with Ted. Audrey’s
got a new stylist at the salon, a temp called Natasha. There’ll be more on
her next week once she’s said more than a couple of lines of script, but
so far, so good.
In the bar of the Rovers, it’s all change as Leanne took the reins behind
the bar and started work as the new barmaid. You’ll remember that Leanne
once worked behind the Rovers bar before, a nasty business to do with drug
dealing and Jez Quigley. This time she’ll have Vernon to fend off and Liz
to keep on the right side of. Dan doesn’t quite know what to make of it.
When he went to the gents’ loo, Leanne was on the customer side of the bar,
when he returned she was behind the bar working and he had that puzzled expression
on his face. Mind you, Dan’s so feckless that you could turn him round twice
in his own living room and he’d be lost.
As well as minding Maria, Fiz has Julie Carp on her case. Kirk’s new girlfriend
inveigles (and that’s a word I’ve never used in an update before; I’m not
even sure what it means) her way into Kirk’s life which pushes Fiz’s nose
right out. She even starts looking after Chesney, which rankles and irks
Fiz no end. And at baby Paul Connor’s funeral, Julie’s free and easy with
the tears and has histrionics in the church despite only knowing Kirk five
minutes and his sister even less. Say, what, three and a half minutes? Enough
time to boil an egg or indeed make a tuna paste toastie. “It’s empathy,”
she tells Kirk when he asks why she’s snivelling. “A lot of people have it.
Princess Diana had it too.”
And finally this week, Becky’s guardian angel in an anorak (aka Roy) doesn’t
quite know what to make of Becky’s relationship with Jason. He does however,
know what to say to Jason and gives him a stern talking to, reminds him
that he’s still a married man and warns him to stop messing with Becky.
Roy then worries he’s old fashioned and arcane. And indeed he is, and that’s
just the way we like him.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were Martin Sterling, David Lane, Joe
Turner, Debbie Oates and Simon Crowther.
Glenda
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The trouble with going out on a Monday night is that your update gets
written later in the week than usual. But at least it’s here, a little late
I admit, but it’s here. And so, without any further ado, here we go with this
week’s Coronation Street update.
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then have a look here:
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When Rob James-Collier accepted the award for Sexiest Male at the British
Soap Awards t’other week, he let it be known to the viewers that he wants
to be recognised for His Acting, rather than for being just a pretty face.
And indeed there is more to him, of course. That’s why the first four words
in my notebook this week were these: Liam in his pants. Anyway, Liam
in his pants, his trousers and his jumper registered the death of baby Paul
with Maria this week. Maria’s hoping to try again with Liam but Liam had other
things on his mind after he got jiggy with Carla last week. As Liam kissed
Carla on the doormat the morning after the night before, Rosie Webster filmed
the kiss on her phone. Carla reckons she knew what Rosie was up to and tries
to buy her silence with a great big, fat handbag. It keeps Rosie quiet, for
now. But Carla will need more than handbags and glad rags to keep the smile
on her face after Liam told her he was going back to Maria. With their cases
packed and Ozzy the dog bundled into the back of the car, they set off on
their jollies leaving Carla on the cobbles and the evidence of Carla’s kiss
inside Rosie’s fobile moan.
Gail had the biggest smile and one of the best storylines this week as she
got to know more about her long lost dad. He’s slotted in so well onto the
Street, it feels like Ted Paige has been a part of the cobbles forever, like
an old rover’s returned. And just when it’s getting cosy and Gail’s happy,
Ted’s happy and Tina’s moved into David’s spare room, Gail goes and spoils
it all by inviting Ted to visit David in the big house. David meets his gay
granddad and both men seem pleased to make th’acquaintance of t’other but
after the visit, Ted makes his excuses and leaves Gail and the Street just
as Audrey was honing in like a cruise missile for a bit of attention from
Ted.
Along the street, Fiz is having problems trying not to knock ten bells out
of Kirk’s annoyingly chirpy girlfriend, Julie Carp. Julie just wants to help,
bless her, but helping Chesney and looking after Kirkeh has been such a big
part of Fiz’s life for the last few years that she’s not going to give it
up easy. And customer services manager Julie “babe slash career woman slash
people person” Carp reckons Fiz is just jealous of her and her Kirkeh.
In the pub, Deirdre quizzes Liz about her intentions towards Harry, pointing
out that Betty seems to think there’s summat going on between the pair of
‘em. “Ah, that’s just Betty,” muses Liz. “She’s always does put two and two
together - and meks hot pot.” But there is no denying a definite spark between
the bookie and the barmaid and Liz gets dolled up to the nines when Harry
offers her his beef dish in the flat. All 50 years of Liz McDonald wobbled
over the cobbles to Harry’s flat on high heels, with her skirt up to there
and her top down to there, she rings the door bell and then runs away. As
Liz walks back into the pub with her bits out all over the place, Lloyd’s
having a smoke in the back yard of the pub and can’t quite believe his eyes
when Liz’s flesh flashes past. She covers herself up and heads back to Harry’s,
this time enjoying his company and eats his beef dish but pulls away when
he draws in for a kiss. Meanwhile, Harry’s soon to be ex-wife Clarissa
turned up on the Street demanding more cash in their divorce settlement. She’s
a red head in a red dress which is never a good sign, and Harry would be
wise to think on and pay heed.
Also in the pub, Michelle wasn’t best pleased to return from Ireland to
find Leanne in her nighty working behind the bar. The two women glare at
each other, they try to ignore each other until finally they call a truce.
Steve watches it all, bemused, wearing that face that he does.
At the Duckie’s, Jack agrees with Molly that Vera’s blue and yellow cladding
should come down off the front of the house, although Tyrone tries to keep
it. They get a man in who gives them a price for taking the cladding off.
It’s the end of an era, it really is.
There’s moving malarkey between the Websters’ and the Peacocks’ as Claire
demands more cash from Sally and Kev for the house sale. A deal is made then
broken when Sally gets the survey report on Claire’s house which says there’s
more to pay if the conservatory’s got subsidence. Sally and Claire have a
right argy-bargy. “If is a very big word,” argues Claire. “It’s not as big
as Subsidence” gloats Sally.
And finally this week, Becky and Jason make a night of it with cheap cider
and pizza in her room at Roy’s flat. Roy’s confused by it all and tries to
talk to Jason, who’s almost (but not quite) as confused as Roy about the boat
he’s in with Becky. Bless him, Roy had been out to an evening of amateur footage
of Gresley A4 Pacifics. Not sure what they are? Me neither, but there’s a
picture on the blog, if you’d like to have a little look.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were Stephen Bennett, Carmel Morgan,
Jan McVerry, Martin Allen and Mark Burt.
Glenda
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