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MARCH 23
Who are the Women of Wilmslow? It's a tough
question but one that needs to be asked because they're getting
their knickers in a twist. There's a big order going out for the
Women of Wilmslow and the man who comes to inspect the seams at
Underworld isn't best pleased. He sulks about the stitching and
growls about the gussets. Tony tries to placate him and as the
argy-bargy acts out on the factory floor things take a turn for the
worse when Luke Strong announces that he's the new factory boss.
He's only gone and bought Carla's factory share and when Tony takes
this up with Carla's solicitor, she confirms that Carla did indeed
want to sell and as quickly as she could. It's too much for Tony and
he drinks himself into a stupor before a sexy text message from
Natasha sends him over the edge and into a panic attack in the flat.
Hey, it happens. Meanwhile, the new factory boss buys the girls and
Sean drinks in the pub and he tells them things won't be any
different, it'll still be: “Routine, Familiarity…”, “… and chips?”
asks the girls. Where would we all be without chips?
Luke
rubs Tony up the wrong way when he gets his feet firmly under the
Underworld office desk. So much so that Tony hires a private
eye (am I dating myself by wanting to write ‘Inch High' before those
two words?) to dig dirt on Mister Strong. Tony consoles himself with
a quick sub-duvet roll with Natasha the hairdresser. He woos her
with his best Scots accent in a Sean Connery kind of way. Even the
ITV continuity woman was wowed but I think Tony's gruesome. Possibly
Natasha felt that Tony gruesome more. But anyway, back to those
Women of Wilmslow. If the order's accepted maybe they'll branch out
and start sewing up pants for the Chaps of Chorlton or even the
Slappers of Salford. Who knows?
Steve and Becky might
not have got wed but they're off on honeymoon to the Maldives this
week. Now then, I work with someone who's going to the Maldives and
she has to have all kinds of jabs for this, that and t'other nasty
disease. Steve and Becky had none. But I digress. Before they went
off to the airport driven by Hayley in the Woody (which sounds like
a dark Grimms fairytale) there was a wonderful food fight in a
Chinese restaurant. Steve wanted to take Becky there for a quiet
chat but as luck would have it they ended up sitting next to Lloyd
and leg-over Liz who were lusting at each other with a bit of
soft-shell crab. Becky and Liz started trading insults: “You dress
like Barbie's grandmother!” says Becky to Liz. That was a good one
that, and Liz replied: “At least I don't look like Dracula's
daughter!” The fight escalated and soft-shell crab was flung
into Liz's cleavage which, believe you me, was not a pretty
sight. And as if that wasn't a bad enough week for Liz, Lloyd
leaves her for two weeks and heads to party-central in Ibiza but he
promised Liz faithfully that he wasn't packing his pulling shirt or
his lucky pants.
But back to the Rovers where Poppy
had a wonderful comic scene this week in which she snapped on rubber
gloves for no reason at all, except that it was really very funny
indeed.
Another one who left the cobbles this week was young
David Platt who went to Liverpool to stay with dad Martin when he
found out that Gail had moved Joe back into the house. Audrey's also
dismayed to see Joe back in Gail's life and came out with some sage
words of advice, which is unusual for Audrey. “Forgive one set of
lies,” she told her daughter, “and you're inviting another.”
Speaking of Audrey, she's not in Bill's good books when she
asks him to start repaying the seven and a half thousand pound loan
that she gave him to set himself up in the builder's yard. He
clearly can't afford to pay Audrey back but neither can he afford to
get in her bad books. He mulls it over with Jason and a pint in the
pub. “I'll have to go now,” he tells Jase. “Sally's cooking
ravioli.” What? Sally can open a tin that's not beans these
days?
Tara's art gallery opens for business and she's in a
right panic, it's all she can think about, not even bothering to say
congratulations to Amber who's secured a place studying law at
King's College in that London. Tara's running rings around Dev but
he doesn't seem to either notice or care, not now comedy uncle Umed
is around. I can't see the point to comedy uncle Umed; he's sleazy
and a bit rancid and actually, not that comedic at all. Anyway, at
the art gallery opening, Darryl and Amber are in serving uniforms,
the artist's in a Che Guevara t-shirt, Dev's in a cravat and Tara's
in debt right up to her neck.
Finally this week, Peter's
either back on the booze or whisky-soaked cornflakes are a Heston
Blumenthal special that somehow passed me by. Deirdre tuts and looks
rightly worried about little Simon while moaning to Eileen about
Peter and Ken. “He read me a poem this morning,” Deirdre tells
Eileen about her errant husband, “It was about scaffolding. I was
trying to get a piccalilli stain out of the carpet at the
time.” And that kind of dialogue, my friends, is why I love
Coronation Street so much.
Oh, and Maria now owns 75% of Lad
Rags after Carla leaves her share of the business to Ms Connor in
her biggest guilt trip yet.
And that's just about that for
this week.
Coronation Street writers this week were Jonathan
Harvey, Mark Burt, Debbie Oates, Chris Fewtrell, Simon
Crowther.
Glenda -- Blogging away merrily at http://flamingnora.blogspot.com
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