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Written by Nigel Worsfold as Glenda was away
The long awaited heart-searing anguish with Curly and Raquel
has held centre stage and attracted acres of press coverage, so
I shall deal with that first. Entire rain forests have fallen
victim to the ravenous monster which is newsprint for the sake
of these two. Now there is a global environmental dimension to
Raquel leaving, this had better be good, Street script writers!.....
The letter arrives telling her she has the job, and Curly does'nt
see the full picture immediately. Bit by bit, with the news about
her leaving off her wedding ring for the final interview, etc,
he see the awful truth, and all that it entails.
He harks back to her distress before their wedding ceremony,
and asks her what those tears were for, or rather WHO they were
for. He was expecting her to say they were for Des, and what might
have been with that reationship, but no! Now the tears are his.
He goes to the pub to sulk. He wouldn't be the first to do that,
and I've got 10 quid that says he won't be the last! He is shocked,
stunned, dazed and confused.
When every aspect and implication of the new job is finally
revealed to him, and he understands that she intends to go to
Kuala Lumpur to work for Berkeley International, he tells her
he doesn't want her back, and goes off to join Eric Firman at
a sales conference in Wigan. He tells Eric the "full SP"
as Des and Sean would say, and Eric advises him to dash home and
tell her how much he loves her, and try to salvage the situation.
Curly says he would rather not go back, because he knows he would
only get down and beg her to stay. On Judy's advice, Raquel phones
him in Wigan, but she deliberately hangs up before he has a chance
to get to the phone. She admits to Judy that she should never
have married him in the first place.
She leaves him a neat pile of freshly ironed shirts, which
I thought was rather sporting of her, under the circumstances,
on top of which she places her wedding ring. Surplus to reqirements
in her new life. She puts some unwanted clothes in a rubbish bag
and drops it off at Judy and Gary's. She tells Judy "Look
after him for me" and with a forced smile, she leaves. So
comes the final line of yet another actress who has been transformed
into a much loved character in millions of homes, by the Greatest
Soap of All. Through soggy Kleenex, we wish her luck and hope
that for Ms Lancashire, unlike for some others, there is life
after The Street.
Curly appears later at Anne an Andy's place. He is carrying
fish and chips and a permanent grin induced by a night on the
old sauce. He exudes half-baked philosopy for a while, contemplates
his exposed navel, (look closely non-UK viewers,) and falls asleep.
Before he drifts off, he says he was happiest when he was on the
bins with Eddie Yates. Wise words, Curly old son!
Between Liz and Sean, hostility slowly turns to lust over a
conciliatory whisky in the back room of the betting shop, after
hours. Surely it is only a matter of time before Ms Callard is
mugged for her hair, late at night, by a desperate gang of masked
Peruvian barnet-bandits, who will ship it home, where that one
consignment will keep the entire country's paintbrush industry
satisfied for a year! Anyway, Sean falls under the spell of her
follicles, and snogs her unmercifully. They are, from that chilling
moment, an item. God help him.
Judy and Gary are becoming increasingly anxious that their
unending couplings have not had the fruitful result they were
hoping for. They are talking about consulting a doctor. Most of
this discussion takes place while Gary is tucking into a plate
of bangers and mash. In a wonderful visual joke, which I pray
was deliberate, Judy exits, and leaves Gary contemplating his
sausage!
Joyce coaxes cash from both Alec and Vera on the pretence that
her dog is poorly, and she can't afford the vet's bills. They
both cough up the money to stop her providing the fine details
of Scamper's canine ailments. I think I would have done the same.
The other big deal this week has been the wedding of Tracy,
(thankfully with no trace of any "E") to the young carpet
fitter, Robbie. The wedding is very nearly called off when we
learn that Robbie and the best man have benn hermetically sealed
inside a container as a routine part of the stag night festivities,
and probably shipped off to Saudi Arabia. A manic search of docks
and other likelt places ensues, with Deidre's neck sinews looking
fit to bust! But Tracy's calm confidence is rewarded when he appears
in time for the register office ceremony. Deidre has to lend her
daughter her own wedding ring for the occasion because the best
man still has not appeared. Everything goes off well, and Ken
makes a lengthy and moralistic speech in the pub, as only Ken
can.
But in his audience, there is one who is hanging on every wise
word. Yes, Deidre is looking lovingly at him all the while, her
neck at peace by now. They wave the happy couple off outside the
pub, and we are teased by the sight of Ken putting one arm around
Deidre, as they return to finish off the champers.
The only other noteworthy plotline has been that Fiona is starting
to "moonlight" with a bluesy band, unknown to Alec.
She returns to the salon, where she learns from Maxine that her
Number One Fan from the club gig the other night has been there
looking for her. Fiona is pleased and intrigued to hear this,
but also very excited about singing with the band. She is particularly
impressed at the fact that they play real instruments!
Fred has been officially invited to the stables to visit Betty's
Hotshot, so he in turn invites Rita to join him, which she accepts.
He tells her it will be an opportunity to "rub shoulders
with the nobs." What girl could possibly refuse? Jack is
miffed because he received no official invitation, so he and Gary
plan to go under their own steam, so to speak.
That's about it.
Good night, and I love you all.
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