Oct 6, 2008
Hello, it’s me, I’m back. A million thanks go to John Dean and Richard Whitbread for writing the updates while I was on my jollies. I had a wonderful break but as you can tell by the lateness of this weekly update, I’m not yet back to routine. All that will change next week when the updates will come out again, as usual, each Monday evening. And now, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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Janice, as they say, is bricking it. She and Leanne set up a bank account in the name of Rosie Webster to deposit the factory girls’ twenty five grand lottery win. Just what can go wrong? First off, Darryl spots a bank statement addressed to Rosie in Janice’s letterbox so he takes it and pops it into the Webster’s instead, and that’s when Janice’s troubles begin. Leanne’s brazing it out, as she does, desperate to get her hands on the cash to hand over to Dan to buy the bookie shop so he’ll stay on the Street and not leave her. Janice was hoping to splash her half on a chip supper and a new shell suit but it looks like neither of them will spend a penny now. The police are called in, questions are asked and Sally sheds tears at Kevin who isn’t too fussed that his daughter’s disappeared and Rosie’s disappearance is top chat on the cobbles. No one knows where the Weatherfield Barbie has gone, she would be in Moscow or Magaluf but she’s probably in the chippy on Rosamund Street. Best line of the week went to Sally Webster, apropos of nowt when she said to her Kev: “You think I’m a trophy wife, don’t you?”
Not that Tony’s giving much thought to Rosie’s whereabouts as he takes Carla, Liam and Maria away for a weekend. As the girls stay at th’otel for their spa experience (aka reading cheap magazines, feet up on a foot stool wearing a towel on their head) Tony drags Liam to stare at stalagtites (tights might come down) and stalagmites (and they might come up again) in a cave. He’s frightened of heights, is Liam but he should be more scared of Tony Gordon, who’s out for revenge at Liam and Carla after finding out about their little fling via the video on Rosie’s mobile phone. Inside the cave, Liam’s holding on for dear life in a damp, wet cavern while Tony asks him to be his best man at the wedding. Liam can’t think of anything he’d like less but agrees because he doesn’t want to seem rude. Tony then rings his brother to tell him he won’t need him as his best man as Liam the schmuck will now do the job.
News reaches Jason that Sarah might be coming back from Italy soon. He’s all excited and starts making plans in his head, forgetting that he’s moving into a new flat with Becky. Poor Becky. She paints her hopes and dreams into the fabric of that flat, it’s all she’s ever wanted, a proper home of her own with a postcode she remembers off by heart, living with a fella she loves. But when she finds out that Jason wants to get back with Sarah, she leaps at him across the bar of the Rovers and gives him what for. He deserves it, mind you. “You’re a waste of paint,” Becky yells at Jason, flinging a jasmine candle after him as he leaves the flat through the newly decorated door. Eileen’s not happy when she finds out the news. “I’m a married man,” Jason protests to his mum as he packs to save his marriage in Milan. “You’re a dimwitted fool,” she replies. Ooh, she’s good, is Eileen. Becky then goes on a rampage, smashing a window of a travel agent offering cheap Italian deals before she gets bladdered in a pub and nicks some girl’s purse. Steve McDonald finds her later, lying drunk on the pavement, and he takes her to Roy’s where Mr Cropper practises first aid as best as he can.
Elsewhere this wek, Gail’s got more on her mind than the possible return of her daughter when she canoodles with Tina’s dad, Joe in a van on the Street. Joe offers David a job, helping him fit kitchens. David accepts and Gail gets a warm glow.
And finally, Molly’s Aunty Pam helps Tyrone raise cash for the wedding fund when she flogs some cheap watches in a pub. Tyrone’s her stooge for the act, pretending he’s interested in buying a watch so that the lads in the pub will all buy one too. And that’s when their wrists turn green.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were Peter Whalley, David Lane, Simon Crowther, Carmel Morgan and Joe Turner.
Glenda
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Oct 13, 2008
Righto my little cherubs, it’s me again, back at the coalface of the computer digging for gems of dialogue and pearls of wisdom to put in the update this week. And so, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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It’s murder week, this week on Corrie, which you’d think would excite a long-term die-hard fan but it hasn’t. And this long-term, die-hard fan lives with another of said same who’s not excited about it either. Over a pot of tea and a packet of custard creams, we pondered the reasons why. My main beef about it is that it focuses on a character too minor to invest care – Tony Gordon – and if he really hates the fact that Liam and Carla are having a shifty shag then why not pack his bags along with his dignity and leave them both to it instead of killing Liam off? Sorry to rant but it’s my update and I can rant if I want to. The same thing happened when Tracy Barlow killed Charlie. She couldn’t muster enough self-esteem to leave the beer-swilling builder so she killed him off. This story got Corrie huge ratings and no doubt murder week with Tony bumping off Liam will do just the same. But that doesn’t mean that this fan has to like it.
And so it’s with that turn of mind that I bring you the news from the Tony triangle. He’s all het up because he knows what Carla and Liam are up to and he’s not wrong, that man, he’s not wrong. Liam sees Carla in her wedding frock as she tries it on in the flat and then he tries it on with her. He tells her she’s lovely and Carla’s torn over Tony and lusting for Liam. At Tony’s stag night, all of Tony’s mates (aka the fellas on the Street) turn up in tartan with a creepy Tony Gordon face mask for breakfast in Roy’s Rolls. Becky does the honours and paints each of their faces with a flag of the world. “Come on lads, let’s go paintballing!” yells Tony to the clan although I wasn’t really sure if Becky was up to that task and anyway, she’d ran out of green.
With the lads paintballing, and Carla hen-nighting with all her mates (aka the girls on the Street), Liam starts texting his love to her like this. I luv u. What could be more romantic? I said, wot cud b mor romntick? Carla’s in tears in the ladies loos and blurts out the truth about Liam to Leanne who could be the only woman on the Street ever to have the number of a male stripper in her phone. Mind you, I have the number in my phone of someone who has the number of a male stripped in his phone, but I don’t think that’s quite the same thing. Leanne tells Carla to go after Liam, lay her heart on the line and tell him she wants him as much as he wants her. Or maybe she could just text him. I luv u 2.
Away from murder week, it’s mild irritation week in the Kabin when Rita takes on Tina to serve the good members of the Weatherfield parish with their fags and mags. Norris isn’t best pleased as well you can imagine, but Rita sees summat in Tina that she recognises in herself when she were but a lass, a bit of fight and spice.
Over the cobbles, Janice gets arrested for laundering the lottery win and Roger leaves in disgust in his little plumber’s van. Rosie still hasn’t turned up and Kev’s upset when he receives a postcard with newspaper cut out words on it saying “Sophie’s next”. Meanwhile, John Stape and Fiz continue to grow close although John keeps mysteriously disappearing to his gran’s house to, ahem, feed the cat. Methinks it’s not the cat he’s feeding, it’s Rosie he’s got there held captive in the country. But I could be wrong, you never know, I sometimes am.
Becky also got arrested this week for causing criminal damage to the travel agent shop last week when she went on her rampage. She lies to the cops and says she was with Steve McDonald, her lover, on the night in question. And then she tells Steve if he doesn’t back up her alibi (always painful) then she’ll tell Michelle about their night of passion a while back. Steve doesn’t know which way to turn and so pulls a mean gurn.
Nina’s daughter Tara turns up at Dev’s flat and he declares himself a feminist after making enquiries about her bra. Well, you know, he was only making polite conversation. But then Nina arrives and tells Dev in no uncertain terms that she won’t have him pandering to the whims of her daughter. She’s jealous and wants him all of herself but as Dev points out to Nina, he’s a single man. “Ergo, I’m free to ogle,” he says.
There was shed snogging this week as Amber and Darryl got to grips in the wooden hut and I just hope they watch out for spelks.
And in the factory, the Corrie props department are having a hard time trying to cover the real-life pregnancy bumps of Carla and Wiki. Baby bumps are being hid behind the usual kind of inanimate objects – sewing machines, clipboards and feckless men.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were new writer David Bowker, Jonathan Harvey, Mark Burt and Damon Rochefort.
Glenda
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Oct 20, 2008
Before I start with the update this week, there’s a bit of housework I’d like to get sorted.
Firstly, the weekly update cushions need plumping and I’m interviewing this week. To apply, please email pictures of cushions you have plumped.
Secondly, the weekly updates mailing list on YahooGroups has hit the 3,000th member this week. It’s a milestone and I’m over the moon that the list still proves as popular as ever although the membership is still short of the 4,500 who were registered before the server (looked after voluntarily by Corrie fan Peter Flint) buckled under the strain and I had to start the membership all over again.
And thirdly, the Coronation Street Weekly Updates are now on Facebook with their own groups page right here: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=28696296887
And so, without any further ado, here we go with this week’s Coronation Street update.
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It’s been murder week on Corrie this week, or as they say in Hart to Hart, it wuz moyder. Yes, pretty boy Connor met his maker on the tarmac when he was hit by a car on Tony’s stag do. At the same time as the drama unfolded, back at the Rovers a male stripper was putting a smile on Rita’s face with his full frontal frippery as the girls gathered to celebrate Carla’s hen night. Carla had a ‘Learner’ sign strung around her neck but I’d reckon there’s not many new tricks that one could be taught. On the stag and hen night, Carla realised she loved Liam, he realised he loved her and she was just on her way to tell him when Maria announced she had Liam’s bun in her oven. Carla knew that if it came to a choice between Liam’s child and her, she’d lose out so she pretended she didn’t love Liam after all, and had a few tears and a fag outside of the pub. Deirdre joined her, for the fag part, and asked Carla if everything was all right. “Nowt a bit o’lippy won’t sort out,” Carla replied. “Now that’s a motto to live your live by,” noted Deirdre.
Back in the Rovers, the stripper brought out his whipped cream. “Ooh, we have this on our apple crumble!” screamed Deirdre although I doubt Ken’s Cox’s Pippin was ever as big. The girls partied hard at the pub, Carla put a brave face on and the stags went hunting for some semi-naked tarts. They found them at the TT Bar but best man Liam had forgotten his wallet and so Tony demanded he go back to the last pub they were in to find it. Liam turned to walk back to the pub and that’s when a car screamed out of nowhere, straight for him and ran him over in a hit and run. As the stags gathered round Liam’s dead body on the ground, Maria turned up with her baby news only to find her husband, dead, but still nice and warm. She took Liam’s hand and pressed it to the baby bump with tears in her eyes. It was too much for the other lads to bear and they turned away as Maria told a dead Liam that he was going to be a dad. And later, just in case we were ever in any doubt that Tony Gordon had anything to do with the loss of Liam, we see him throwing Liam’s wallet into the canal and giving his henchman a wad of used notes. Liam’s parents fly in from Ireland and Maria’s are coming in from Cyprus for more tea and tears than they all know what to do with. It’s going to take more than a bit o’lippy to sort this one out.
Elsewhere, there were more tears when the police come to interview Kevin about Rosie’s disappearance. After they leave, Kev tells Sophie he’s failed as a father and despite his youngest daughter telling him he’s the best dad in the world, he reaches out in desperation for the whisky bottle while The Cars’ Who’s Gonna Drive You Home put a lump in my throat and tears rolled down Kev’s face. Earlier that evening, he’d been treated to home made stew by Aunty Pam and after a few of her beers told the story of When Kevin Met Sally: he drove through a puddle in his van, splashed her and offered to clean up her boots. “And you’ve been licking them ever since,” noted Sophie, who was in tears herself this week too. She had to fess up to Sally and Kev that she was the one who sent the threatening “Sophie’s Next” postcard because she was sick of Rosie being the centre of their universe while she just orbited like a rusting satellite.
Meanwhile, we found out this week that Rosie’s being held captive by John in the attic of his gran’s house in the middle of a field. “I’m going to feed the cat,” he tells Fiz as he takes a bag full of stale bread to feed Rosie. “Where’s me HobNobs and Heat Magazine?” she yells at John when he turns up with the food, clearly their relationship not reaching Stockholm Syndrome just yet.
Up in the new flat at Victoria Court, Amber gets set for seducing Darryl. She tells Molly that she’s ready to go all the way which I guess means she wants to go to Rosamund Street, but what do I know? However, any hopes of a romantic night in are thwarted when David and Tina turn up to spoil their fun but that doesn’t stop the young couple going for another try on a much quieter night when Dev is out smooching Prem’s daughter Tara.
Tina started work in the Kabin this week which comes as a relief to Rita but Norris isn’t pleased, oh no. David joked about Tina’s new job, telling his girlfriend: “I can just see you in 40 years time, hair up in a beehive, dispensing sherbet crystals!” Ooh, we can only hope so. Tina’s also noticed that Gail and her dad Joe have started getting cosy. Ted’s already in on the secret, of course. He knows everything, does Ted, he’s great.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were Jan McVerry, Simon Crowther (the man who killed off Liam Connor), Chris Fewtrell, David Lane and Mark Wadlow.
Glenda
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Oct 27, 2008
Bonjour dear readers and welcome to another weekly update. And so, without any further ado, here we go with a special Hallowe’en version of this week’s Coronation Street update.
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Woo-oooah! Yes, the Hallowe’en special update comes complete with a funeral, grave, plenty of people wearing black, a howling dog and a mad woman locked in an attic.
At Liam’s funeral Carla’s dressed in best black, so no change there. She fled from the church feeling sorry for herself as Maria and the family listened to Liam’s dad give a reading, some strange woman singing and poor Ozzy crying. There was gravity at the graveside as everyone did the ashes to ashes, funk to funky. The only thing missing was Ozzy cocking his leg on the coffin to pay his respects.
Afters were held at the Rovers were there were sandwiches and singing and almost a fight when Liam’s mum squared up to Carla who was led out of the pub by Tony. He was pretending to be all cuddly towards Carla but then smashed the factory up later. After he flung Carla’s favourite cup to the floor and sent summat flying through a plate glass window, his face gave the slightest twitch, just underneath his good eye.
Over at the Barlow’s, Blanche says she’s off to Lourdres with the one o’clock club (who hold their extraordinary meeting at half past three) and asks Deirdre to come along too. Deirdre doesn’t want to go but she agrees in the end, only to find out she’s been hired as an unpaid carer to look after the old dears. “There’ll be toilet duties,” warns the organiser which means Deirdre will be helping old ladies on the loo in Lourdes. Lummy. Blanche wants Lourdres to sort out her hip, her eyesight and her fungal growth on her toe. Deirdre’s just hoping no one gets the runs.
Up in the flat in the sky, Nina finds out that Dev’s still seeing her daughter and warns him to break it off or she’ll snap it off. Can Dev say tara to Tara? It doesn’t look like it as the two of them settle down for a romantic night in. However, Tara ends up walking out when Dev displays his Neanderthal streak after he finds Darryl in his pants in Amber’s bedroom. Poor Darryl, Dev shoves him semi-naked out of the flat with threats never to darken his newly painted, freshly carpeted, designer kitchened, doorway again. Trying to salvage his relationship with Tara, Dev decides to come clean with Prem but the news that Dev’s been having it away with both his wife and daughter doesn’t go down well and Prem banishes Dev from ever setting from in his newly painted, freshly carpeted, designer kitchened, doorway again.
Now then, if there was a prize for most stupid hostage of the year, it’d go to Rosie Webster. John’s had her locked up in the attic at his gran’s house but does she try to escape? Ladies and gentlemen, she does not. Well, she tries once but she doesn’t get very far although she had opportunity galore to get out of that house. She could have smashed the door, window or John’s head in with any amount of large, heavy items but she didn’t. She could have spent her days bashing the door off its hinges but she chose instead to lie on her bed reading Heat magazine. And so it’s official, Rosie Webster wins most stupid hostage of the year and her prize is the key to the door so she can lock herself in whenever she chooses. Second prize is two keys incase she loses the first. “I’ve not abducted yer, I’ve ringfenced yer,” said John, which made me chuckle, I don’t know about you.
Speaking of the Barlow’s, as we were, Ken gets a phone call from Peter who tells him that Lucy’s died. You remember Lucy, surely, she was the feckless florist who dithered in the doorway of her flat every time we saw her on screen. Anyway, they’ve killed her off and now Peter’s been left with a son called Simon, both of whom will be turning up on the cobbles soon.
Aunty Pat and Tyrone continue to flog cheap tat in the pubs which raises enough money for Tyrone to buy Molly’s wedding dress of her dreams from Rhapsody Blanco which is a wedding shop in the precinct; not, as I suspected, a cheap plonk from Lidl.
Meanwhile, at Emily’s house there are peculiar parcels turning up for Norris. He’s embarrassed, you can tell, and passes one of the unwrapped boxes to Molly as a wedding gift. She’s over the moon to discover it’s a fizzy drinks maker but why is Norris being so secretive about the boxes? Just what’s he up to this time?
And finally this week there’s good news in Roy’s Rolls. Roy takes a phone call from Hayley to say she’s coming home. I’m hoping it’ll be a Christmas reunion, all romantic and snowy, with Roy slaving over his chocolate log in the caff as Hayley’s pink cheery face appears at the café window just as the first snowflakes fall and carol singers, all orphans of course, start singing in sweet harmony on the cobbles as the jingle of bells intermingles with the familiar theme tune and a million Corrie viewers up and down the land stifle sobs into their Christmas sherry.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were Carmel Morgan, Joe Turner, Julie Jones, Martin Allen and Debbie Oates.
Glenda
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