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Hayley’s in shock at Roy’s revelation that he had relations with truculent
Tracy. She’s having trouble believing that he can’t remember anything
and asks him if he could have been unconscious. Hayley decides to
find out the truth by confronting Tracy. At the Rovers the new M.
et Mme. Barleau are back from honeymoon and Tracy begs Peter to let her
stay on but Shelley has the last word, a definite No. So as
well as being pregnant, Tracy’s homeless, friendless, bitter and twisted
and a nasty piece of work to boot. She decides to head back to London
and hops into a taxi just as Deirdre spits out that she’s ashamed she’s
her daughter. And as the taxi pulls away from the cobbles, Hayley
chases after it, demanding to know the truth from Tracy but there’s four
wheels on that wagon and it just keeps rolling along. Having a hard
time with what he thinks he’s done, Roy says he’s moving out but Hayley
persuades him to stay and the Croppers try to come to terms with the seismic
change in their relationship.
Martin’s all set to tell Tommy about him and his daughter but when he
gets to the Nelson’s Katy talks him out of it. Which is a shame really because
Tommy losing his nut with Martin and smashing his head in might make this
storyline just that little bit more interesting.
The best storyline of the week has been the McDonalds, of course. Steve’s
surprised to receive his decree nisi from the solicitor and tells Karen
she needs to call her solicitor to stop the divorce. No can do, matey. Karen
wants the divorce because she wants another wedding, a big fat greedy wedding
with a cherry on the top, not the poor excuse they had last time when they
were wed for a bet. Steve’s against the plan so Karen tries all the
tricks up her sleeve and down her trousers to get Steve to change his mind
and seduces him in the Rovers. “When all else fails, you bring out
me favourite panties” he says. Steve’s still not convinced it’s a good
idea, but you just know – and hope – Karen will get her own way.
At the factory Mike’s expecting a buyer, Preston King, but when he doesn’t
show up Mike takes off to the pub. Later, when Preston does arrive,
he’s red in the face and falls to the floor with a heart attack. Harry
calls for an ambulance and the jobbing actor is taken away to be visited
later in the week when Harry goes to the hospital to return Preston’s wallet
that he’d dropped. I know all this is leading somewhere, just not
sure where - and his wife, the jobbing actress, looked vaguely familiar.
Curly and Emma are still trying to sell their house and have now found
somewhere new in Newcastle although it probably won’t be. A castle,
that is. But then, every Englishman’s home is one, so perhaps it will be.
Who knows? Shelley and Peter want to go for a look-see and in the
absence of the Watts, Norris is custodian of the keys. He tells the
Barlow’s he’ll have to accompany them around the house, for security reasons,
oh and the fact he’s always wanted to see their upstairs. Curly and
Emma get another visit from Archie Scanlon the pigeon rustler who tells
them this time he’s straight, he really does want to buy their house and
shows them ten grand in used notes in a sports bag. Archie says he wants
to live next door to his mate Les but the Watt’s are convinced it’s just
another scam and Emma throws him out in a policewomanly sort of way.
The Watts feel there’s nothing to do but reduce the price of the house and
tell the estate agent they’ll sell it for a song (probably “Under the Moon
of Love” by Showaddywaddy).
Little do the Watts know that their least favourite neighbour has just
been released from prison. Yes, Les is back on the street and spends his
first episode shouting and screaming at just about everyone and gets himself
barred from the Rovers straight off. After mouthing off at the bent
coppers in the pub, PC Mick threatens Les with another stint inside – this
time for three years instead of three months. Les is tagged and put
under curfew as conditions of his release and Fiz, bless her, offers to
cook his tea when he finds himself retuning to an empty house as Kirk has
gone to Blackpool with Tyrone. I don’t know about you, but I liked
Corrie better when Les wasn’t around.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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