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OCTOBER 6
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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