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Matrimonial musings carry on this week as Linda and Mike's
big day draws near and they pop into the Kabin for traveller's
cheques for the Maldives honeymoon. The factory girls can't believe
Linda's wedding list - it's all Austrian crystal champagne glasses
and fancy stuff costing more than their week's wages. Janice reckons
if they don't buy something from the list, they'll not be invited
to the wedding, so she tries to find something she can buy from
the Argos catalogue.
Leanne left this week after being scared witless by Jez. She
pawned the necklace that Jez had sent her in order to buy her
air ticket and went off to the airport in Steve's taxi to join
Mark in Amsterdam. Will I miss her? Probably not. And why does
everyone have to leave Weatherfield in a taxi when there's a perfectly
serviceable bus stop in the Street? Hasn't anyone ever just walked
away? Anyway, Leanne's departure leaves a barmaid vacancy in the
Rovers, and Toyah needs the money as she's been accepted to Weatherfield
Uni (eh?) to study Journalism (they let anyone on Journalism courses
these days, shocking innit?). Natalie's unsure but takes Toyah
on trial to see how she does, and has some misgivings when she
finds Toyah telling Fred Elliot she's not a piece of meat to be
leered at. Sorry, Toyah, but if you're going to be a barmaid then
that's exactly what you are. After Natalie has a quiet word with
her new barmaid - either put up with it or get out - Toyah puts
on a smile and a wiggle and serves up beer to the Weatherfield
men. Spider would die if he knew.
There's a beautiful scene this week between Fred and Rita when
she confides to him, in tears, her feelings for the married shopkeeper.
It's a classic bit of Corrie that brought tears to my eyes, with
the pair of them talking about how getting older doesn't mean
losing out - on anything. Anyway, Anthony takes Rita out to the
theatre again, as friends, and en-route he has to call into the
residential home to drop off his wife's glasses. Rita sees Anthony
with his wife and things seem to become clearer for her. She admires
him more somehow, but still wants to keep the relationship platonic
and admits to Emily she wishes they were part of a wider social
circle. To do her bit in helping out her friend, Emily invites
the pair of them for dinner on Wednesday with Norris. I'm sure
it'll be thrilling.
Young David Platt has been a bit of a star this week, leading
little Tommy astray with what we used to call as a kid "knocky
nine doors" where you knocked on someone's front door and
did a runner. I don't know why we called it "nine doors"
though as we'd usually get caught after the first one, all the
parents would be alerted, we'd be boxed round the lugs and sent
to bed without cake. Anyway, Tyrone's supposed to be looking after
Tommy but Doreen and her feckless fancy man Carl, snatch him while
no-one's looking and take him back to Blackpool. Vera's distraught
and Tyrone's troubled and sets off with Maria to get the lad back,
which, surprisingly, he does, leaving a note for Doreen on top
of her telly. Vera's overjoyed at having her grandson back but
Jack's got his face on.
But back to David, and he's been pestering his parents for
a dog which he reckons can't be as unhygienic, smelly or time
consuming as a baby (they are, and you have to walk them through
sleet at 7am). Gail and Martin agree to David having one of Monica's
pups but soon change their mind after finding out Tyrone's charging
£400 for the pedigree pups.
Fred finds out there's a supermarket development planned near
his shop so with a lot of hesitation, negotiation and finally
resignation, he agrees to taking one of Duggie Ferguson's units
on Victoria Street on a two year lease. The pair of them shake
on the deal. Well, Duggie shook and Fred wobbled.
Now that the Victoria Street development has finished, all
the lads pile into the Rovers to celebrate. Arm wrestling breaks
out over the beer with Duggie and Vinnie giving it what for -
it's anyone's game and both men put their backs into it (as it
were). Fists start flying after Duggie mutters to Vinny that the
winner "gets a crack at the other man's sister". Natalie
sorts them out though, good lass. Geena and Dennis also have an
arm wrestle and Geena wins hands down (as it were, again) after
she flatters and flutters her eyelids at him. Vinny and Duggie
then get roaring drunk after a whisky drinking competition and
fall asleep together in the Rovers after Duggie signs a beer mat
stating he'll give Vinny a job. Of course, the next day, he's
forgotten all about it but comes up with a job, of sorts, for
me-laddo. Vinny now acts as agent for Duggie, doing all the crap
jobs that Duggie doesn't want to do, the sort of jobs that capitalist
landlords never want to do - you know, things like listening to
their tenants and sorting out problems with their accommodation.
Now that the lovely Spider has left, I am pleased to announce
an official transfer of my crush from Mr Nugent to Delicious Dev.
This week, DD wants someone to sort out things in the back room
for him, bills and paperwork, that sort of thing, and Deirdre
is just the woman to do it. He now feels organised and is so impressed
that he offers her promotion and a pay rise. He tells her: "You've
made me feel like I am in charge of my own life". Ah yes,
Dev, that's what women do for blokes, we keep it subtle but we
know, we know who's really in charge.
A man after my own heart, Roy waxes lyrical about an allotment
to grow organic vegetables for use in the cafe. Hayley says she'll
think about it and wonders who they'll hand the cafe to once they're
gone, family like. Neither of them look comfortable discussing
such things and Hayley looks away, sipping on her orange juice.
And that's just about that for this week. A million thanks
to John Dean for looking after things while I'm away. See you
all in three weeks time.
Glenda :-)
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