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There’s fondant fancies on the factory floor when Polish
Vicky takes in a box of cheap cakes as a thankyou to the girls for getting
her upgraded and on the right wage. She’s not said much, this Vicky girl,
but you can tell she likes cakes. The disappearing Paul Connor reappeared
at the factory, possible when he heard there were free cakes on the go, after
Liam had called him and told him he’d had to break their secret to his robot-wife,
the dead-eyed Carla. So, the news that Paul had been drink driving and killed
Michelle’s husband Dean only to put Dean in the driving seat before the
coppers were called, has come out, but it’s best kept from Michelle and
young Ryan, for now. To celebrate Paul’s return into the glossy haired bosom
of the Connor clan, they all go out for a meal, again, single-handedly keeping
the pizza place in the precinct, the one with the red checky tablecloths,
cheap plonk and garlic bread, in business.
Maria and Peter get friendly over drinks in the Rovers and a haircut
in the salon. Tracy’s furious that Charlie’s ex-flame Maria should be getting
her claws into her brother but it’s her mother Tracy should be worried about.
Deirdre’s going round asking all sorts of questions to all sorts of people
– Steve, Claire, Gail – as she’s starting to doubt that Tracy’s as innocent
as she says that she is. Tracy meets with her barrister and enjoys his
tea and ginger nuts (biscuits, dear, biscuits) but she isn’t too happy
about being given little direction on what to say when she takes the stand.
Derek the (married) drayman asks Liz out on a date. As Vernon’s took
himself off to the Rochdale Northern Soul Record Collective, Liz is alone
and abandoned so takes Derek up on his offer. When Derek comes back to
collect Liz, Vernon’s returned from his jaunt: “Who needs Northern Soul
when I’ve got Northern heart?” he smooches to Liz, which probably meant
that the do had been cancelled. Derek’s face drops, almost as much as Liz’s
cleavage has done, when he realises his date with Liz is off. Never mind,
he can go home to his wife and cheer her up instead, perhaps he can ask
her why she doesn’t understand him.
Dev’s still in his Man at C&A mode and there’s new shirts a-go-go
in the corner shop. I thought he looked rather dashing in a blue flowery
number but the wonderful Amber and shop girl Molly give his shirt short shrift,
and even giggled at it. He goes golfing with Paul Connor and Steve
McDonald later in the week when the three of them are done up like Rupert
the Bear on acid, all check trousers and diamond print jumpers. Paul’s
a golf pro, or so he reckons and isn’t too happy to be beaten by Steve and
Dev who are new to the game. He blames his golf clubs and his too-tight shoes.
I blame the fact he was rubbish.
Leanne heads off into town, telling Janice she’s working at a property
exhibition in a swanky hotel. Leanne’s closely followed by Janice who takes
Leanne’s phone that she’d left behind in the flat. When Janice reaches
th’otel she spies her step-daughter heading upstairs with some old geezer,
talking all posh to the fella. You know how some people have a telephone
voice? Leanne’s got a sex voice and calls herself Rachel. Janice sits in
the bar waiting, fuming, and gives it with both barrels to Leanne when she
comes back downstairs. “You’re a prostitute!” Heads turned in the bar. Someone
might have tutted. Leanne tells Janice she’s making good money as an escort
girl for an agency and it’s not a life she plans to give up. Janice throws
Leanne out when Leanne says she’s working the streets (or the hotels) to
get away from everything that Janice holds dear – the street, her flat.
She even flung the word ‘scabby’ in for good fun. But they make up later
on, keeping the news of Leanne’s profession from Les, for now.
The Mortons arrived on Corrie this week with Sinbad from Brookside playing
Jerry Morton, a jolly fat man with a stock line in catchphrases. “Don’t
be a stranger” he tells new neighbour Gail as he tries to chat her up and
gets nowhere. “You look hungry” he tells just about everyone he bumps into
as he tries to flog off kebabs from his new takeaway. If you were ever in
doubt as to who ate all the pies, I can now confirm that it was Jerry Morton.
Possibly with help from Polish Vicky.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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