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Martin left this week with his girlfriend by his side and his life’s
belongings stuffed in the boot of the car. There’s goodbye hugs and
handshakes from all the usual suspects but David’s a bit stubborn at first
and still can’t get to grips with his dad moving away. I don’t know
the north-west that well but even my CSE geography (grade 2, 1980) tells
me it isn’t that far from Manchester to Liverpool, yet everyone’s acting
like Martin’s moving to the end of the world. Perhaps it is.
Martin moving away leaves an absence that has to be filled and I’m not
talking about who’s going to be moving into his flat - although there’s
a question. No, I’m taking about Gail filling the man-shaped void
in her life with Phil the foot fella. She invites him out to dinner
and the pair of them eat in that pizza place in the precinct, the one with
red checky tablecoths (my favourite kind), cheap red wine (ditto) and The
Gypsy Kings CD on rotation (hmmm…). After dinner Mrs Platt leads the
foot fella upstairs to her bedroom which turns her into the grinning, simpering
Gail that I just can’t bear to watch, can you?
One of Dev’s shop assistants Ravinder is taken into hospital and her
teenage daughter Amber comes to stay with Dev and Sunita in the flat. Amber’s
all Ipod and attitude (from a wonderful young actress) but when Sunita
takes Amber back home she spots a photo of Ravinder and Dev stuck on the
kitchen wall. Puzzled, she asks Dev about the photo and he says they’re
old friends. But when Sunita visits Ravinder in th’ospital and finds out
Dev has been there before her and has lied that he was at the cash and carry
instead, Sunita digs deeper to find out what’s going on. In her hospital
nighty, Ravinder tells a stunned Sunita that Amber’s Dev’s daughter and just
as the news is sinking in for our favourite shop girl, Ravinder advises her
to have a word with Sandra in the Gorton shop too. Yoiks! Sunita calls
Sandra to the corner shop and she turns up with her blonde tips, heavy mascara
and cheap jewellery (you know the type). Sandra’s mum to more
of Dev’s kids and tells Sunita to speak to Shareen in another shop. Yoiks
again!. Poor Sunita, she distraught but not destroyed, down but not out,
pregnant but no push over. She walks out on Dev when Shareen – and her baby
– turn up at the flat. Maybe mad Maya had the right idea by trying
to firebomb all the shops when she did, perhaps she was trying to stop the
Alahan clan growing ever larger? Now then, think on, are you dark skinned
with a mop of black hair? Do you enjoy going to partays with the laydeeze?
I’ve got news for you matey, Dev’s your real dad.
Jamie goes on a hot and sweaty date with factory girl Joanne. Well,
it was hot and sweaty for Joanne as she turned up in a plastic coat that
she couldn’t take off as she was in the all-together underneath. He’s
not sure if he’s on the rebound or if he really likes her and there’s a
bit of tension when Jamie sees Leanne watching him snog his new girlfriend.
He’s a lovely lad Jamie, too good for Leanne of course, and confused after
his date, he goes home to have a cry on Frankie’s shoulder. Mum Carol
turns up all glam and sober, even Frankie tells her she looks like she’s
been Trinny and Susannah’d. I love those two but fear I am beyond help style-wise
even from them. She doesn’t stay sober for long though when
the increasingly cruel Janice buys her a vodka in the Rovers. Carol’s dragged
back to Frankie’s where it looks like she’ll be staying for a while.
At Underworld there’s a fight by the gussets when Danny and Adam have
a bit of a punch up. Adam’s written a press release to impress Mike
but Danny can’t handle it, can he, innit, luvaduck, cor blimey, do wot?
To get his own back on Danny, Adam tells Janice the truth about Mike being
Danny’s dad. She swears to keep the news to herself and she does, for all
of oh, maybe 10 seconds before it spreads around the factory and gives the
machinists something to brighten up their day.
Sarah continues her plan to nab Jason and bless him, he does try a bit
at first to play down her advances and commit to Violet. Jason turns
up at the Platts to measure for some shelves in the cupboard under the
stairs and finds Sarah all done up in full warpaint and battle gear but
Jason retreats on this particular manoeuvre. But it doesn’t take long for
Sarah’s seduction to wear him down and Violet notices something’s definitely
wrong between them.
And finally this week, young Sophie tells Sally she’s not wearing her
minging trainers to school any more. I know the feeling. My mother
might have been right, darn it, she ‘was’ right. They were warm, they were
comfortable, they kept the mucky ice and clarts of a north-eastern winter
well away from my legs when I was Sophie’s age, but flipping heck, Derry
boots were the ugliest things I’ve ever, let me repeat that, ever had the
misfortune to wear. Where was Trinny and Susannah then, eh? I still
shudder when I think of those boots. So I was mightily pleased when
Sally relented on the fashion footwear front and bought a lovely pair of Suede-iques
(que?) for a fiver in the pub.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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