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My dad's got a theory. It's a theory about women and hair. To be
more precise it's a theory about Coronation Street women and
Coronation Street hair. He reckons, in that way that dads do that make
them always sound right even when they're wrong, that the bigger a
Corrie hair-do, the more secure an actress is on the Street. I give
you exhibit A in the form of Eve Elliot. Eve burst onto the Street
with her big red hair but over the last couple of weeks when we knew
she was on her way out, the hair got steadily flatter until this week
when she left it was almost stuck to her head. And to prove the point
is true in reverse, just look at Rita Sullivan - her hair gets larger
every episode which can only mean one thing; a continued tenure behind
the counter at the Kabin. Well, I wasn't taken in by the theory at
first, but watch out and I'm sure you'll find yourself agreeing. Now,
if only his theory about wearing new shoes on the wrong feet was so
clever.
So yes, flat haired Eve went this week although just when you think
she's safely gone and on her way to an episode of Heartbeat, up she
pops at Mike's flat and then again at the Rovers. But hang on, let me
backtrack to tell you that Fred has thrown her out after she admitted
that yes, she's still married to Ray. Fred's in despair and Audrey's
keen to console him but he gives her short shrift, reminding her that
she had her chance once and she lost it. Fred tells Mike that Eve
has gone: "She grabbed 'er 'andbag and left" and finally Mike manages
to have his name cleared when he nabs Eve to take her down to the
police station. Turns out Linda's in Dublin, alive and well and
wearing leopard skin mules.
Sally's been through it this week with no money int'house to buy beans
for the bairns. Embarrassed in the corner shop when Dev refuses her
credit, Kevin offers her four hundred quid. It's the very same four
hundred quid that he was going to use for a jolly with Molly in Spain.
So while Molly has to mek do with a tapas bar instead, Kevin manages
to put a smile on Sally's face. Even better news is that the police
aren't going to investigate Sally's fire further, deciding there's
insufficient evidence and the insurance company should be paying up
soon. Beans all round, then. Actually they are, aren't they?
Blanche and Archie have a bit of a falling out and at their age it
could be anything; teeth, hearing aids, hair. Blanche decides
Archie's all "brillcream and bootpolish" after he stands her up on a
date when she's got all tarted up and had a new hair do (see, there's
that hair thing again. The mathematical equation being
actress+hair+big=storyline.) Anyway, it seems they're back on track
although Deirdre's doing her best to try and spoil things for her
mother, assuming there's too much hanky panky going on between the old
couple.
Well, yes, that Deirdre, and she's a right one to talk, sheesh. Dev's
off to a trade show somewhere bland - could be Croydon but aren't they
all? Deirdre wants to go to sample the merchandise but Dev tells her
"You? You're the last person I'd want with me, after what happened at
Christmas!". And of course Geena just happens to overhear and of
course Dev just happens to lie through his back teeth to save his own
skin. He tells Geena that Deirdre had a crush on him and tried to kiss
him under the influence. And that's all he tells her, neatly
sidestepping the part where Deirdre ran her pricing gun over his
plums, nuts and other seasonal shop items.
Over at the hospickle, baby Josh comes home in his going away outfit.
Ashley has a paternity test and has to wait 10 days for the result but
is already softening towards Josh and Maxine. "When I look at Josh, I
don't see Matt any more" he tells her "I see you." I almost choked on
my treacle tart, such was the emotion.
And finally this week, Ken's offered a permanent position at school
when the headmistress asks him if he wants to manage the support group
exclusion zone for senior pupils or something. Who knows? Who cares?
But when he came home and Deirdre was there, pretending she had a bad
head, he's talking up his pastoral position and she's talking
paracetemol. Nicely done.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
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Written by Glenda
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