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It's all come-hither looks and gusset linings this week at the factory with
Karen and Joe. Sure that there's something going on between his missus
and her manager, Steve throws strumpet Karen out onto the street and changes
the locks after giving Joe a good thumping in the packaging department.
To which the man sitting next to me on the sofa commented (wryly, I thought):
"Well, that wasn't the best punch ever thrown in that factory but then again,
it wasn't the worst." Karen's back before you know it though when
Steve calls her on her mobile before she's mid-snog with Joe, begging her
to go back to him - which she does. But Joe thinks she still wants him -
which she does. His efforts to make her jealous pay off when he has
lunch with a buyer called Lisa who's all sports car and split ends.
Joe tells Karen he knows they both want each other and Karen tells Joe not
to forget she's a married woman. Joe doesn't see that as being a problem
and leaves the ball, racquet and frilly white sports dress firmly in Karen's
court. Strangely, Dev fought Karen's corner this week, telling Steve
that Karen wouldn't have an affair with Joe because "she knows where to draw
the line". Now then, if only someone would tell her how to draw her
legs together, he'd be right. There was more excitement at the factory
this week when Joe told Mike he'd like to see a big expansion in men's pants.
The girls get right excited about this growth area and debate the merits
of breathing space vs support.
After Katy was rushed to hospital last week in a coma, the diagnosis is
diabetes and Martin comes round with his little prick when Katy has problems
learning how to inject her insulin. I have to admit I know nothing
about diabetes so this storyline's been right educational for me.
The only time I've come across diabetes was as a kid playing in the street
with my friend's cousin and I could never understand why his mother came out
to him at three in the afternoon and made him eat a banana. This happened
every day during the 6 week's summer holiday and I always thought he was
a right lucky little lad.
When Maxine's memorial raffle money goes missing from the Rovers, Fred
jumps to conclusions and Harry gets the sack. The simple explanation
was that Peter found it by the till so paid it into the bank and when Fred
realises his mistake he's all mithered - in a wonderful comic moment.
It's another fine mess he's got himself into and he has to ask for Harry's
forgiveness. Harry takes a long time coming round to Fred, well you
would, wouldn't you, after being accused of theft? But finally he
does, all's well in the end and he gets his job back although Harry says
he wants to stay on t'other side of the bar as pot lad, cellar boy and casual
purveyor of fine ale and salted nuts.
And the best storyline by far this week has been watching Peter Barlow
squirm. With Shelley's sister's funeral booked for the same day as
his wedding to Lucy, he knows he has to be in two places at once and by
the skin of his teeth - and after a good nagging from Shelley who can't understand
why he wants to rush away and leave her at the funeral - he is. He's
at the funeral for elevenses and a nice bit of meat pie with Shelley's Uncle
Len (whom I and the man on the sofa had the pleasure of meeting in a London
pub when we stopped for a breather during the anti-war march t'other week)
and then it's a mad dash to the registry office for a buttonhole affair and
shotgun fellowship to a florist. He's twenty minutes late and Lucy's
got a sweat on but with Tracy and a mate, the new Mr and Mrs Barlow are wed
with all the romance and passion that a town hall can muster. He does,
she does - and to think, eh, he only popped into Lucy's that first
time for a bunch of chrysanths. So think on.
After Kirk's competition win, of all that free toilet roll last week, he
thinks he's on to a winner and enlists Jack's help. Together, the
two of them are going to enter (and win) as many competitions as they can;
professional comping here they come.
Life goes on in the Platt household with the place looking like one of
the rooms before Anne Maurice, the wonderful House Doctor has been in there
and sprinkled her magic. Anyway, Audrey tells Gail that Steven in
Canada has offered to fly the whole lot of them out there for a few days
holiday. It could be what Gail needs, especially now that the police
have been to tell her that Richard's body has been released and is ready
for disposal. Throw him to the house robot! Pit! Pit! Pit! Pit!
Gail, decent to the end and with Archie's help, organises for his body to
have a send off in the usual way but without any flowers, mourners or Robbie
Williams' Angels.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
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