All's not well
at the Websters' this
week. First off,
Kevin grows close to Molly. “Give me a
dopey mechanic with a hairy back any day,” winks Molly to Kevin in
the garage. These are
magic words to Kevin's
ears after the last few years of Sally nagging him to have a good
wash and not get oil on her cushions.
As if the
imminent affair of grease monkey and corner shopgirl were not bad enough, Rosie Webster's
only gone spend, spend, spend crazy with
the hundred and fifty grand John Stape's
given to her. She blows
a small fortune on a
Penny Chew (well
done, writer Mark Wadlow) designer
handbag. “It's not
Penny Chew,” she
smirks at Sophie, who knows nowt, but giggles just as we do at
Rosie's new bag. “It's
Penny Chiew.
C.
H.
I.
E.
W.”. That's Rosie
ripped off to the tune of three grand for a leather bag,
then. That's
R.
I.
P.
P.
E.
D.
O.
F.
F. She also
splashes the cash to buy champagne in the Rovers and the company of
new best mate Minnie. “It's blood money, give it back it's tainted,”
says Kevin. “Ooh, leave her alone,” coos Sally, hoping to have her
mortgage paid off,
a holiday to Barbados and a new
Primark coat. Rosie's other plans
for the cash
involve investing in Underworld. “I want to
invest 10% and be very hands-on,” she coos to Luke Strong who
doesn't know what to get excited about
first.
Now then,
regular readers will know I can't stand the Windasses. I really
can't, All they ever do is go “Eeeh, our
Gary,” by the sofa every week. But the one
redeeming feature of Eddie Windass, if
you'll allow me, is that he bakes. I bake too so
I'm with him on this one and I love this little endearing feature of
his. I can't cook
much but by ‘eck, I can
bake. Anyway, Eddie
bakes an apple and blackberry tart to take in
for Gail to help
make amends for Ted's heart
attack. Gail takes the
tart in spite of herself and settles down to eat it with a smile on
her face and a fork.
Jack returns
from Spain this week and
is rumbled by Tyrone who discovers Jack hasn't been to
Blackpool after
all. Not only has
he been to Spain, he's been
with that Connie woman too. Tyrone's
jealous and angry of Jack spending time with anyone but Vera and is
rude and offhand to both Connie and Jack when Connie come for tea. As Tyrone berates Molly
for using Vera's
best dish to serve up the sherry trifle, Vera's photo falls off the
sideboard and crashes to the floor. “See,” says
Tyrone as he glares at Connie. “It's a
sign. Vera's not ‘appy,”. Jack has a little
word with me laddo when Connie's gone home and says he's not
best pleased about Tyrone's attitude to his new lady
friend.
Fiz, for
reasons best known to herself, goes to see
John Stape in prison this week, again. John doesn't want
to see her. He hasn't sent
her a visiting order but this
doesn't deter Fiz. She chains
herself to the railings and causes a scene that gathers a mob and
almost turns into a mini-riot. She demands to
see Stape and then unfurls a giant banner that reads:
“John Stape, Marry
Me”. The Guvnor brings
John to his office
and they watch Fiz on the monitor as a sly smile
creeps across creepy Stape's
face. Finally Fiz is
let in to see John, who says yes
to her proposal and is led back to his cells with a simpering air
about him. Let's hope
it'll not be long before Fiz sees
sense. I mean, really
sees sense.
Elsewhere this
week, Slug returns to slither about in the Rovers in a new suit
demanding everyone call him Neil. Steve wants to
know why Becky hasn't told him that her ex has turned up drinking in
the Rovers and wonders if there's summat
going on.
Eileen's face
set its default position to ‘fairly happy' this week when kids
entertainer General Custard aka Jesse
Chadwick, returned to the Street and she swapped phone numbers with
him. She's either
hoping for a date
or wants to hire
him for Jason's next
birthday.
And that's just
about that for this
week.
Coronation Street
writers this week were Damon Rochefort, Mark Wadlow, David
Lane and Julie
Jones.
Glenda--Blogging away
merrily at http://flamingnora.blogspot.com