Right then, let's
go. This was the week
that Claire and the boys Peacock left Weatherfield for France. But
have they left forever? Claire did a runner to the country of frites
et fromage to escape going to jail for beating up bitchy Barlow.
With Becky in charge, an escape committee is formed and with her
kids under her wing, high on a hill there's a lonely barmaid as
Claire and the boys have to hide from the Nazis in the back ginnel
as the cops storm the Rovers and torches are shone looking for the
family von Peacock who are sheltering out back by the bins. It was all very Sound of
Music in a cut-price kind of way. And so she's gone, with
false passports and her sons but I reckon she'll be forced to return
quicker than she can strum up a song on her guitar with lyrics to
rhyme with ?extradition treaty.'.
Ladyohdeladyohdelady-ooh.
In the flat across
the road, Peter moves back in as he's had enough of living with
Deirdre and Ken. Nick
does his nastiest, and succeeds, in getting Peter drinking
again. He's doing it in
the guise of caring for Peter, but Nick is one wet-nurse that Peter
could well do without.
As the pair go drinking in the Flying Horse, Ciaran catches
them at it as he's there for a chef job interview and he pushes
protesting Peter out of the pub in his wheelchair. He has a go at Peter when he
gets him back home but you know his words about staying sober will
fall on deaf ears. Ciaran then goes to see Nick to give him a piece
of his mind and, I was hoping, a really hard clip round the chops
but sadly that didn't happen, not this week anyroad.
Meanwhile, John Stape
claims victim number three. Word of warning, Corrie folks. If you
see John Stape heading your way, run, just run. It's Colin
Fishwick's mum Joy who keels over dead this time after John shocks
her with the news that her son's really dead. Nosy neighbor Clifford from
next door wants to know what's going on and in another mad farce,
John gets off scot-free, pretends he was delivering a parcel and
says he knows nowt about the late Mrs F.
In the Rovers,
there's dodgy business afoot when Maria dates Chris, a nasty piece
of work. Maria's antennae for a nasty piece of work is spot on
again, she's picked another right bad ?un and it looks as if we're
in for weeks of Maria trying to emote. And for this fan trying to
care. Anyway, Chris is the ex-husband of Cheryl who's stepping out
with Lloyd and Chris isn't best pleased. So he calls in a dodgy
geezer to do something nasty to Lloyd only we don't yet know what it
is. Tune in next week
for more.
And finally this
week, Eileen's got a slate loose. No, she really has. In fact she's
got more than one and one of them almost falls on Rosie Webster's
coiffed do as she leaves Eileen's home. The roof's in a right state
and after a quote from Owen, there's bad news as Eileen can't afford
to have it repaired. She tells her merry band of
lodgers ? currently Sean, Jason and Rosie ? that their rent's going
up and then takes her miserable face to the pub for a drink. With Rosie living in the
Grimshaw house now, the queue for the bathroom can get rather long
as she's in there doing her beauty routine: "It's cleanse, tone,
vomit," says Sean.
And that's just about that for this
week.
This week's writers were Jim Cartwright, Peter Whalley,
Mark Burt and John Kerr. Find
out more about the Coronation Street writing team.
Glenda Young
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