There's a new fella at Underworld and as luck would have it,
along with Carla Connor and Underworld undies, Frank Foster brings
more alliteration to the cobbles. He also brings a firm jaw and
well-turned suit to the Street. But he's only on-screen a
second and he's bad news. And you know any fella's a rum ?un when
they say 'Hello' to your chest instead of your eyes and as
Michelle's got a very large chest area, there's a lot of ground to
cover. He's got a wandering eye and a philandering mind, this Frank
chap, just wait and see. Carla sends Michelle on a business meeting
with Frank, a meeting that takes to the pub with a bottle of red and
Michelle's not happy because it's Ciaran's last night of shore-leave
before he hits the cruise liner as a chef where he's lined up a new
job. Anyway, to cut a long and very dull story short, Michelle left
this week and went cruising with Ciaran. I do hope he comes
back.
Over at the Windasses, it's been all go this week.
Firstly, a scene that had me in tears when
Gary meets
Quinny's mam and dad and tells them how he died. It was so sad a storyline,
the Samaritans helpline was on at the end of the show. But there's
also good Windass news as Anna and Eddie find out that they're
getting a foster child, Faye. Eddie bakes a cake and ices it with a
big, fat, F A and a Y and then squeezes in a little ?e' on the end
with his icing bag when Anna tells him he's spelled the name wrong.
In the Rovers, it's singles night and Janice scores high with
her low neckline. Her saggy cleavage is eye-candy to Gaz at the bar
who invites her to Tenereefee with him the very next day. Janice has
a drink, goes home to pack her things, has another drink or ten and
gets sent home from th'airport for being too drunk to fly. One can
only hope Gaz will have a good time on his own. I know I'll be
worried about him, won't you? While Janice is en-route to
the th'airport in the back of a Streetcars cab, her flat is
burgulated (I've made that word up) by a dodgy geezer mate of Chris,
who you'll remember is the ex-husband of Cheryl who used to
lapdance. Chris hides the bag of Janice's stolen goodies in the boot
of the Streetcars cab and all the blame points to Lloyd, just as
Chris wanted in the hope that Cheryl will split up with Lloyd and
come running back to Chris.
At Eileen's, she's upset as her roof needs fixing and she's
got no cash, so she goes and does summat daft. She pockets a cheque
for ten grand from Carla Connor to Owen, makes it payable to herself
and puts it in her bank. Owen finds out, of course, it's soap so he
has to. And even though Eileen swears she hasn't touched the money
(she hasn't) and she'll pay him back (she will), Owen says he'll
wreak revenge (he will).
He menaces her by the sofa then kisses her on the cheek as he
leaves with a troubled mind: "Nighty night, petal." He's horrible,
is Owen, but he's good fun to watch.
And finally this week, John Stape started burbling about
murders and deaths and has a breakdown on the kitchen floor right in
front of Fiz's fridge.
This week's writers were Chris Fewtrell, Jim Cartwright,
Simon Crowther, Jayne Hollinson and Julie Jones.
Find out more about the
Coronation
Street writing
team.
http://coronationstreetupdates.blogspot.com/2008/11/exclusive-all-current-corrie-writers.html
Glenda
Young
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