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Danny and Leanne settle into some sort of routine at his flat (was this
Martin’s old flat? We weren’t quite sure in our house). Leanne wants
to make the flat a bit more homely so he gives her carte blanche on his flexible
friend. She lords it over the girls at the factory and Sally tells her she
should wear some of Underworld’s pants as they’ve good strong elastic so
she has a better chance of keeping them on. Janice defends her step-daughter
until there’s a bit of a fight and Mike throws Leanne out after Danny calls
them all Desperate Fishwives. And I don’t think he was codding. Danny’s
full of regret when he receives a letter from Frankie’s solicitor to say
she wants a divorce but he knows he’s made his bed and has to lie in it.
Preferably with strumpet Leanne in her frillies.
Steve also gets a letter from Karen’s solicitor to say she’s going after
half his goods and chattels, which sounds a bit painful to me. He’s wounded
and hurt when Ronnie moves out of his flat into one of her own in Rosamunde
Street. Well, she’s an independent woman. “I vant to be alone” she
should have said, but didn’t. “Why don't you come up sometime'n see me?”
she didn’t say either, but let’s face it, she really ought to have done.
With her 1979 hair and 1950s looks, she could get away with some classic
killer quotes.
Sally’s horrified when Sophie gets dolled up like prostitute Barbie in
crop-tops with Vicky Pollard attitude. Sally reckons that cousin Nicolette
is leading Sophie astray so marches Kev and Sophie round to see Nicolette’s
parents. Paul Seddon is Sally’s cousin and the street that he lives
in is not only very bay window, it’s corner bay, oooh! Paul
and his wife are University lecturers, look through their noses at Sally
and Kev and tell them that Sophie’s the common one and therefore to blame.
Sally storms out after cousin Paul calls her a bleach-blonde harpie and Kev
treats them all to a proper working-class supper of fish and chips.
Mind you, it’s only proper if it comes with sliced white broad the width
of a doorstep and slathered in butter with a pot of good, strong tea.
Ken and Deirdre almost choke on their toast when they find out Tracy’s
sleeping with bad boy builder Charlie Stubbs. Hang on a minute, I’m
going to have less of this bad boy thing - he’s really a piece of dirt.
And Tracy is welcome to him, they suit each other fine. “She’s horrible!”
says Deirdre to Ken when they talk about their daughter. Indeed she is, oh
yes. You just wait and see what she does to baby Amy in a couple of
weeks time!!
There’s been plenty of pensioner passion this week as Fred took Bev to
the annual brewery ball and they got dolled up in their best clobber. Audrey
spent the night with Keith and the two of them were subject of a lot of gossip
in the Rovers when Blanche spied Audrey leaving Keith’s house in the morning
wearing last night’s clothes (a lilac pullover, by all accounts).
They silence the gossip when they announce to all and sundry that they’ve
never been so happy in quite a few years although I reckon Audrey is going
to have to sharpen up some of Keith’s emotional blunt edges if she wants
a bit more romance. Yorkshiremen, eh?
Liz and her new fella Vernon are making sweet music together and she looks
after his market stall as he drums at an over-60s excuse me at Clitheroe.
Where else? Vernon tells Liz all about a premature paradiddle
(which I think was a drumming term but I could have been wrong) and the
importance of timing before putting his theory into practice by leaving
Liz alone to pay for the drinks at the bar.
Violet, Shelley and Sunita get their own back on their feckless fellas
after a night in the back room of the Rovers on cheap cocktails and OJ for
preggers Sunita. Dev gets delivered a host of family pizzas while
working at the shop, Charlie gets pestered by taxis he’s never ordered but
best of all is when Violet puts a note in the phone box offering gay massage
from builder Jason with the tagline – Can he fix it? Yes he can!
Eileen and Gail are doing their best to keep Jason and Sarah apart. Eileen
thinks that Sarah will ruin Jason’s life, get pregnant, have his baby and
she’ll be the sole reason he doesn’t get to go to Oxbridge. On the
other side of the Street, Gail thinks that Sarah’s too good for the Grimshaws
and there’s a doorstep ding-dong between Eileen and Gail as they battle it
out. Phil pulls Gail away from the heated argument but she won’t shut up
about it, keeps going on and on and it’s clear Phil the foot fella is feeling
fed up. Gail takes the moral high ground – from where the view is rather
nice but it’s also quite lonely.
At Underworld, cheques go missing to the tune of ten grand so Mike institutes
a bag check at the door. Janice is first out and pronounced a right old
bag but Hayley hangs onto her handbag in indignation at being searched,
so Mike sacks her. Back at the flat Mike can’t remember anything about the
missing money or any discord in the pants department when he chats to Penny
later.
And Tony Slattery (www.tonyslattery.com) joined the cast of Corrie this
week as Eric the bookie. Eric took Carol out for a meal at The Clock but she
ended up throwing their dinner on the floor after he sat looking at his soon
to be ex-wife all evening. Sounds fair enough to me.
And that’s just about for this week.
Glenda
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