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2008 -
JANUARY 7
Yes, this was the week when Corrie's star crossed lovers
Liam and Maria – ah, what the heck, let's get up close and personal
and nickname them LiaMaria – headed on holiday to the Lake District.
Now, if only they'd read the newspapers this week they'd have known
not to travel to the Lakes, not to climb the mountains and not to
stray off the paths. The Lakes at the moment are a dangerous place
to be with one man in the know telling the posh papers this week
that even experienced climbers would do well to stay in't pub and
have another pint of real ale and a Cumberland ring rather than take
to the heights because of the worst snow he's seen in years.
However, not having combined access to the brain cells to check a
weather forecast never mind a storm warning, LiaMaria don their
funky new waterproofs, aka anoraks, and head off to the peaks with
Ozzy the dog. As Maria headed to the hills there was a distinct lack
of nuns but I think I was getting confused with a film I had seen
over Christmas. So there they are, LiaMaria and Ozzy walking along,
minding their own business, enjoying the scenery and admiring the
view. The rugged face, the peak, the scar top, the cleft, Maria
admired it all in Liam's handsome face until pretty boy fell from
the fell and did himself a mischief. Far too many tears for one soap
ensued and Maria spent the best part of two episodes in a
mascara-streaked tear-fest. The Keswick Mountain Rescue Team came to
the rescue with four words of help: Abseil. Stretcher. Helicopter.
Hospital. But at th'ospital, there were more words that Maria didn't
want to hear and that was the nurse telling her that Liam's waking
words were a heartfelt plea for “his Carla.” Having spent the week
in tears in a bad jumper, Maria carried on as she started and had
another big weep.
Back on the Street there was less danger
this week but just as much intrigue. John Snape came fussing around
Fiz hoping to win her back. “I might have been unfaithful with my
body,” he told her about being ensnared by the power of minx, “but I
was never unfaithful with my brain.” Women up and down the country
pretended to stick their fingers down their throat and mimed a
throwing up motion on the living room carpet (I know I did) at this
point. We all hoped to high heaven that Fiz would do the right thing
and tell John where to go - the Lake District, preferably, at the
top of a very high and slippery peak, somewhere that the Keswick
Mountain Rescue Team couldn't get to even if they wanted. But no,
she took him for a coffee in Roy's café instead. Poor Fiz, you could
tell she was tempted to give him another try but with Becky in one
ear, Chesney in t'other, and even Schmeichel giving her pleading
looks, all of them urged Fiz on to give John the heave-ho. She's
missing him, of course, but Fiz will rise from the ashes of her
spent, burnt out passion to spread her wings and fly, ooh, all the
way to Rosamund Street. Just you wait and see.
Speaking of
the minx, Rosie returned to School this week to smirks from Amber at
the bus stop. Amber told Rosie that she'd heard that John Stape had
been fired from his teaching job and was now only allowed to work at
an all-boy school, full of ugly boys. Even sister Sophie got in a
few jibes, calling her older sister a “home-wrecking, teach-loving
tart.” I love lines like that, don't you?
Elsewhere, Liz and
Vernon went off on honeymoon to Nashville but it was a close run
thing. Vernon found out that Liz had planned to call off the wedding
before she went through with it last week and he was deeply wounded,
thinking that he would always come second place to big Jim. Liz
assured her new hubby that all was well, even though it wasn't, and
the two of them trundled off in a taxi to Tennessee.
Meanwhile, Becky smirted with Harry this week as she had a
sly fag outside of the caff. Apparently, to smirt is the new word
for having a bit of a flirt while you're having a fag. I know
someone who smarts. Harry's still keeping his eye on wayward son Dan
in the betting shop after Dan barred Blanche from putting tuppence
ha'penny bets on in the bookies as she sits there with her foil
wrapped sandwiches and flask of hot drink. Apropos of nothing, but
seeing Blanche this week did made me wonder where Eccles the dog has
got to these days.
Over in the Rovers, Michelle proved what
a dab hand she is at wearing the carpet thin by walking backwards
and forwards, chewing over her worries with a cup of tea in her
hands. All she's done for weeks is mope around and moan to anyone
who'll listen, usually Steve, that she doesn't know what to do for
the best over the stalker shenanigans. Steve's so fed up listening
to her whinge that his face has gone puffy.
And finally this
week, David Platt's new girlfriend arrived. Well, viewers don't yet
know that she's David's girlfriend but we've read enough about her
in Celeb-Dazzle-Glitz magazine or whatever it's called to know that
she'll turn out to get very close to demon Dave. Her name's Tina
McIntyre and she's done so well so far by managing to get on the
wrong side of Gail in the health centre. More news on Tina next
week, that's if you don't read it first in Celeb-Dazzle-Glitz.
Available from newsagents all over the place.
Coronation
Street writers this week were Jan McVerry, Stephen Bennett, Joe
Turner and Simon Crowther.
And that's just about that for
this week.
Glenda -- Blogging away merrily at http://flamingnora.blogspot.com
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