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It was the soap trial of the decade, apparently, as Tracy Barlow was found
guilty of the murder of Charlie Stubbs and sent away to the big house
for 15 long years. Mind you, the lass had no chance, what with the medicated
Clare Peacock, the hormonal lying David Platt and Tracy’s star witness,
the one she was relying on but who let her down in the end, mum Deirdre Barlow.
Tracy never had a hope in heck of walking out of there free - let’s take
a look at the trial. Deirdre has a panic attack and can’t face getting up
on the stand to lie to save Tracy so she tells hotshot lady lawyer Jane that
Tracy’s guilty of premeditated murder. After a few choice words from Jane
to Deirdre that included “perjury” and “comtempt of court”, Deirdre takes
the stand and lies through her teeth to save the fruit of her loins. “You
disgust me,” spits hotshot lady lawyer Jane to Tracy later when she tells
her she knows the truth about her killing Charlie. “And I also employ you,
so shut up” was Tracy’s reply. And so, finally, Tracy’s found guilty and
sent down for a 15 year stretch. She’s gone to the nick to stir some porridge
(see, I know all the lingo, me). She’ll be in her mid 40’s by the time she’s
released. Little Amy has gone to live with Steve and Liz McDonald in the
pub and Tracy’s gone to the big house. Will I miss her? Oh, no. Will you?
Best bit of all this, for me anyroad, was Deirdre’s very last words to her
daughter before she was sent down: “Tracy-luv!” What else could it have been?
A nice finishing touch. As Tracy’s carted off in handcuffs in a police van
en route to <insert name of your favourite Sunday night drama series>,
Steve rolls his eyes to mum Liz in the pub and wonders how he’s going to
break the news to little Amy.
Janice follows Leanne next time she, er, goes to work for the agency
as an escort girl. Leanne’s having dinner with her punter and as Janice
goes barging in to embarrass Leanne and threaten the fella, he leaves with
the fear in his eyes after Janice tells him it’s a two-for-one special on
a Wednesday night. Leanne warns Janice that she has no intention of giving
up the game and she’d better get used to it, otherwise she’ll leave.
There’s friction on the factory floor when two more Polish workers
are recruited from the night-shift to work during the day. Janice makes
her mouth go and comes over the Big I Am. “There’s a bad side to the day
shift..” Wiki tells her fellow countrywomen “..and its name is Janice”.
I thought Wiki was called Vicki and it was the way she was saying her name
that made it sound odd, but no. I checked the credits tonight and she’s
really called Wiki. We can only be glad that her surname’s not Pedia.
Dev buys new golf shoes, the black and white spats kind that daughter
Amber says look like pimp shoes. To practice his prowess on the green,
Dev plays virtual golf in the back room of the shop. Amber tells him that
her dad that he’s using golf as a substitute to sex. What, in those shoes?
Or perhaps he’s perfecting his stroke and aiming for a hole in one?
Clare panics when her new mate, the medicated Casey pops up and runs
away with baby Freddy. Clare has to leave Casey and the baby alone in the
house with Josh hurts his head and she takes him to th’ospickle. When she
returns, Casey and Freddy are nowhere to be seen and the rozzers are called.
Casey’s upset that Clare didn’t trust her. Clare’s upset that she did.
And start of the week was Leanne for leading Liam Connor on a merry
dance after he’s bought No. 7 when Leanne was after it herself. She tells
him he should have had a proper survey done and pretends this was the reason
she backed out of buying it because her full survey revealed lots of problems
with the house. Liam starts to get paranoid about his plumbing and
edgy about his electrics so Leanne offers to sell him her survey for one
hundred and fifty quid. As he hands over the cash, she hands over her survey
and he knows he’s been stitched up like a kipper when Leanne’s survey reveals
nothing untoward. He still wants to take her out for dinner though, but
methinks Leanne will be wanting time and a half for her services.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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