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Fiz gets jealous when Kirk meets Thelma and her Lulu. Thelma's a
belly dancer and as she's a big woman there's a lot of belly in her dance.
She's also got a poor excuse of a dog, a pink poodle called Lulu and she
pays Kirk to walk it, giving him the key to her house. Kirk tells Cilla
and Les about this arrangement and they reckon Thelma's got the hots for
young Kirkeh and are keen to pass on this news to Fiz, who gets all upset.
With Sean as her fellow detective: "Oooh! What would Angela Lansbury
do?" the pair of them stake out Thelma's house and spy Kirk in the living
room getting an eye-ful of Thelma's belly, it could have been dancing, it
could have been wobbling. Thelma's bloke, thick as two short planks,
thinks someone's been seeing Thelma on the sly and storms round to the Battersbys
where Les ends up getting a thumping in a case of mistaken identity. Les
hasn't a clue what's going on or why he's been battered so is only too happy
to take Kirk's offer of twenty quid and Thelma's front door key if he'll
walk Lulu. When Les gets to the house he's slobbered on and snarled
at by Lulu, Thelma and the thick bloke as he protests his innocence before
being thrown out. Kirk's a bit confused too, he doesn't know
why Fiz is upset as he knows there's nowt that Thelma's got that Fiz can't
give him, including the big belly. He's upset in the Rovers and when
Charlie asks him: "You in the dog house today?" he replies: "No, it's me
day off". Ah bless.
Katy's bombshell hits Martin and as he copes with the shrapnel falling
around him, he seems to come round to the situation at last: "We're having
this baby" he tells her, with a hint of conviction. Well, that's before she
drops into the conversation the fact she stopped taking the pill which is
when Martin goes ballistic all over again before finally, once more, as you
always know they do, in the end, accepts the news once more that they're
in the family way, up the duff and have a cake in the oven. I know
it's a bun but a cake would be nicer, sweeter, more frilly somehow, perhaps
with some glace cherries in it. They're keeping the news to themselves
for now. Just wait until Tommy finds out. I know I said that
last week, but I can't wait, oh no, it'll be great, especially as Katy wants
to pack in college and move to a bigger flat and Martin's on his last warning
at work and is already supporting one family as it is. Ah well, love's
young dream will have to see them through, perhaps it will or maybe reality
will intrude. But just wait until Tommy finds out.
Dev's new shop is finished, it's now D&S Alahan's and it's all fitted
out and open for business - but where were the Tunnocks caramel wafers?
Dev checks the invoices that Charlie's submitted for the work and it's clear
that Charlie's been diddling the insurance. He shrugs it off and tells
Dev as a business man he should understand what he's been up to. Dev
tells Charlie what he's doing is fraudulent and takes him off the job rebuilding
the rest of his corner shop empire. Charlie needs someone to blame and chooses
Shelley. She's an easy target, like a hippopotamus, big, slow, but
she doesn't deserve what Charlie does next. When she's all dolled up
for a night out, he rips the diamond ear-rings out that she's wearing, drops
them on the floor and spits on them. And still she swears she loves
him, doesn't want to lose him, will do anything for him. What is with these
women? Further humiliation's in store for Shelley when Charlie puts
up a weight loss chart in the bar saying he'll donate a fiver for every pound
Shelley loses between now and Valentine's day. She should do herself
a favour and lose a ton of flab by locking Charlie out of the pub and her
life right now.
As Tyrone gets Vera to accept Maria back into their lives, Maria's playing
away with a footballer called Stuart. The Duckies want Tyrone and
Maria to go to Blackpool with them but it's left up to Jack to have a quiet
word with the lad in the Rovers when he tells him that Maria's seeing another
bloke.
Also seeing another bloke is Sally in the garage, being fondled by the
filing cabinets, felt up by the photocopier and kissed by the boss.
While she's in a clinch with Ian in his office, in walks Kevin but Mrs Webster
and Mr Davenport manage to disengage from each other before Kev spots anything
untoward going on in the underwear department.
Remember warts? WARTS to be precise. Weatherfield Area Retail Traders
Association (or something). Well, it's now called the TA - Traders
Association - and Norris isn't best pleased that Sunita's decided to go along
to her first meeting. He's even less happy that she's nominated for
president when the present incumbent steps down. Fred agrees
that it's all a rum do and at the bar of the Rovers, Fred, Norris and Roy
quote Churchill and muse on whether Sunita could handle the role.
And that's just about for this week.
Glenda
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