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It can’t be a coincidence that the perils of alco-hic-holism as shown
via Danny Baldwin’s ex-wife Carol comes at a time when Britain’s pubs open
their doors for 24 hour drinking. We’ve had it all on Corrie this
week with Carol binge-drinking, vomiting and - is this a first for Corrie?
– drunken incontinence. I hid behind my cushion again at that point.
If ever there was a storyline that’s going to put me off having that extra
glass of red on a Friday night, it’s this one. Maybe that’s the point.
Carol goes through alcohol withdrawal and gets the DTs – Delirium Tremens
– not to be confused with a nastily strong Belgium beer by the same name.
I was once in a pub in Brussels where I watched madness and mayhem unfold
by those who’d been on the DT. One minute it was karaoke and kissing,
the next a kerfuffle and a fella falling asleep standing up. Anyway,
I digress but you’ll have noticed by now that I tend to do that each week.
Claire’s pom-poms jiggle in anger at Tracy when Ms Scarlet tries to wind
up Mrs Peacock in the Streetcabs office with the candlestick. Or was
it Mrs White (Eileen) with Professor Plum (Norris)? Tracy’s got it in for
Claire after Nathan turns down an afternoon of passion with Tracy to fix
Claire’s cab thereby servicing Streetcars instead of the strumpet.
At the Websters Sally and Kev decide to swap roles with Sally as good
cop and Kevin as menacing PC plod. It doesn’t last long when the girls
see through what their parents are trying to do and anyway, being nice doesn’t
sit well with Sally these days. She’s definitely the more dominant
of the two and keeps a tight hold of Kevin by his meat and two veg.
Indeed, the only time Kevin gets a breeze round them parts is when Sally opens
her handbag.
Sarah’s still chasing Jason and corners him in the cupboard under the
stairs at the Platts house when he’s round there installing some shelves.
A distracted Jason hits his hand with his hammer and just as Sarah tries to
kiss it better, Gail walks in to spoil the moment. Never mind, they
finally get together upstairs at Gail’s but David discovers what they’re
up to and takes to blackmailing Jason to keep the news from girlfriend Violet.
When Jason refuses to pay up, David tries to biff him one on the cobbles
just as Phil is passing by. Gail rings the police when David tells her
that Jason tried to beat him up and she’s straight over the road banging on
Eileen’s door and calling the Grimshaw’s all sorts before Phil tells Gail
that he saw it all – and David’s the one to blame.
A stunned Sunita sits in the Rovers back room with Shelley as she tries
to figure out what her future will hold. Dev tries, and fails, to
get Sunita to forgive and forget but she blames him for being heartless
and uncaring towards his children and grandchild. Could the fact the kids
are all female be the reason? As Dev moves into their new house the
baby buggies and cots arrive and he’s in (very self-deserved) bits.
Sunita says she’s going to abort the twins so Dev serves an injunction against
her to which she replies by suing him for divorce. Ah, the path of true love,
eh?
Roy laminates the accolades and sticks them up in the café. His
cooking is credited in the national and local press as “the best full British
breakfast in the whole of north-west England served without flourish or fanfare”
just a dollop of brown sauce and plenty of salt. (He couldn’t win
that award down here in London mind you). Further credits come his way when
he’s crowned the unlikely darling of the bistro set. The sweet scent of
success goes to Hayley’s head and makes her giddy enough to suggest they
open a bottle of Pomagne to celebrate.
Phew, it hasn’t half gone on this week hasn’t it? All them extra episodes
makes for a much longer update. Elsewhere this week young Rosie and Craig
chain themselves to the butcher’s shop in a vegetarian protest until Sally
comes along with bolt-cutters to set them both free. Convinced
they’re doing the right thing by turning the residents veggie, they take
one of Keith’s pigs for a walk down the street and I don’t know that I’ve
seen anything so sinister in Corrie than the sight of two Goths walking a
pig in harness on a lead down the cobbles. It fair puts off people ordering
their Christmas ham from Keith who has to sell the porkers to Fred for a knock
down price and with no money in his piggy bank now, the poor bloke’s broke.
After the veggie protest, Emily tells Sally she admires young Rosie’s spirit
and even Norris agrees he can see the beginnings of a tyrant in a certain
Miss Webster. With a mad glint in her eye, Sally prepares celebratory
beans for her daughter later at home.
And finally this week Molly succeeds in breaking up Fiz and Kirk. She
takes Kirk for a lunchtime booze up and when he rolls home to see Fiz he
tells her: “Talk to the hand ‘cos the ears aren’t working” before falling
asleep on the sofa after telling her a few home truths and says he doesn’t
like being bossed around. Fiz apologises and tells Kirk the relationship’s
on his terms now but when Molly finds out she winds Kirk up again, enough
this time for Kirk to tell Fiz he wants to finish things with her, he wants
a bit more of that stuff, what do you call it, that stuff that there’s plenty
of in between Kirk’s ears where his brain should be. Ah yes, space.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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