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It's Ken's 65th birthday and Deirdre whisks him away to Dublin as a treat.
With Blanche sorting out her dentures in the precinct, there's no one at
the Barlows to look after Amy so Tracy dumps her on her daddy's doorstep,
rings the door bell and walks away. Karen's not best pleased to have
Amy dumped on them in the flat, all that nappy nonsense and burping bed-times
is interfering with her plans to get pregnant and have a baby of her own.
However, she actually ends up doing her best with the baby and even starts
to enjoy playing happy families but she's furious with Tracy who doesn't
want to take Amy back. When flinging a dirty nappy at the bus as Tracy shoots
off into town doesn't work, Karen gets a blinding idea. She storms into the
Rovers and tells Tracy she and Steve are applying for custody of her child.
Tracy's straight out there demanding Amy back and Steve hands her over. Karen
tells Steve to tell Tracy he doesn't want Amy ever again. Steve does what
he's told, but you can tell he doesn't mean it. And who could blame him? Little
Amy is gorgeous.
Liz buzzes off to Brighton for a bit to see her mate Bet and a new barmaid
turns up in the Rovers. Wearing a daft hat, we meet Violet Wilson who gets
chatted up by Jason who's been dumped by Candice who's chatting up Wayne
now he's playing footy for Weatherfield County and she can pursue her dream
of becoming Perm Solution Spice. There's not much to say about the new
barmaid. When you know she enjoys being chatted up by Jason, well, that
speaks volumes. Mind you, he did take her home for tea with Eileen,
who whisked up gammon and pineapple, er, chunks.
Charlie wheedles his way back into Shelley's life with lines like "I can't
live without you" and "You are the one". I was thinking, as you
do when you're between stops on the underground in a tunnel, trying to avoid
sticking the nut on the bloke sitting opposite who's taking a photo of you
with his phone (it happened to me, honestly), about Shelley being in charge
of the Rovers, and do you know what, I don't think I like it. It's
not just because she's stupid. It needs a bigger personality, someone
with more experience of the brewery trade, life, mascara, men. Liz
would be perfect.
As Ciaran slices lemons with a bread knife, the restaurant fails to bring
in the punters, customers or any passing trade and when he gets a visit from
the fella who wanted to buy the place originally, he gives in and sells the
place to him. However, he needs Penny's signature before he
can sell so Tracy pretends to be Penny and forges her signature. The contract's
signed, a cheque's handed over and Tracy persuades Ciaran to do a runner
with the money, giving Penny not as many pennies as she's due from the sale.
Fred's feeling lonely and sorry for himself and gets vey, vey drunk azza
bar. He starts moaning on about how love means nothing these days to the
young 'uns in the pub and promises a weekend in Paris for the couple who can
prove romance isn't dead. To prove how much he loves Fiz, Kirk gets
her name tattooed on his arm, at least it would've been her name if it'd
been spelt correctly but instead it reads: I Luv Fez. When Fred sobers
up he knows he can't afford to send a couple to Paris so changes the prize
to a weekend in the Paris Hotel, Bridlington instead. Results will
be announced on Friday night, an episode I'll have to tape as I'm out to
see Siouxsie.
And finally this week, Sunita's brother comes to see her and it's looking
likely he might find it in himself to attend his sister's wedding, even if
he doesn't agree with her marrying Dev instead of going through with the
arranged marriage her parents originally planned. Dev pops over to
see Sunita's mum to ask her to come to the wedding but the woman's pretty
bitter and throws Dev out.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
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