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Tuesday 12 June 2012

Coronation Street Weekly Update - July 21 2003

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There's little that can beat a Coronation Street wedding and this one lived up to every expectation.  There was a cheating groom, wife and baby of a cheating groom hovering at the church gate before baby started crying hand ad to be wheeled off home, an anxious bride, a knowing mother-in-law, and one of the bridesmaids trying to cop off with some bloke she'd just met.  Failing to get her claws into him, Tracy then turned her attention to Roy and dropped the rohypnol in his champagne.  Staggering out of the wedding reception, Tracey took Roy back to the Barlow's and up to her room. Yes! Tracey Barlow's bedroom where she'd been banished as a child to listen to tapes and never seen again till she was 21 while remaining as truculent as ever.  In the most sleazy of storylines for which Granada should be ashamed, Tracey gets Roy into her bed (although he calls out to her, assuming she's Hayley - who's gone away to look after Uncle Bert).  Roy is ashamed and thoroughly confused when he wakes the next morning alongside Tracey in her bed. Lifting her discarded bra from one of his shoes on the floor he gets dressed and tries to sneak out before Ken and Deirdre see him and offer him breakfast. Too late, he's spotted.  "Would you like a cup of tea, Roy?" asks Ken, also confused.   Roy gets back home to his flat and he showers, in tears, while back at the Barlow's Tracey confesses it was all done for a bet and a bit of a laugh - before Ken tells her to pack her bags and get out.   Ken calls to see Roy to try to figure out what's happened. The shame of it is too much for Roy, he's a destroyed man. He feels he has to take responsibility for his own actions, and thinks it was the glass of champagne that he drank at the wedding.  Being unused to alcohol, he's blaming himself, little knowing that he was drugged by the strumpet of the street for a one-penny bet and a tuppence-ha'penny plot. 

But anyway, back to the wedding. Bev and Shelley had already had a long chat in the back room of the Rovers when Bev told her daughter that she thought Peter was cheating on her. In denial and in wedding-mode, Shelley won't hear it but finally tells Bev that she'll confront Peter later, which she does, and he admits that there was someone else once, but it was months ago and it's all over now.  So the wedding's off but then in true Corrie style it's back on again and Rita turns up in a right sparkling cardi.  At the wedding disco Sally and her real-life pregnancy dance around to those standard disco classics: Superman, Hokey-Cokey and Angels while Harry gets a faraway look in his eye.  He tells Rita that 20 years ago he was married at the very same church but the marriage only lasted 6 years when his wife left him for someone else.  Rita shimmied in her cardi in sympathy.

Also at the wedding, Ciaran got down on one knee and proposed to Sunita. Not because he loves her and wants to marry her, no. It's to get one over on Dev who loves her and wants to marry her, yes.  Ciaran nips out to buy a cheap ring, intending to lie to his intended that it was his granny's wedding ring, so it was.  Well, at least if all those years of family tradition don't please her then she's free to return it to Argos at least.

And that's just about that for this week.  No really, it is. Not much else happened at all.  There was a one hour special that took in the wedding and I could be here all day telling you all about it but as I'm writing this in my lunch break it's all I can do to cover the major points where possible while, er,  making up the bits I forgot. 

Glenda

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