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Richard's trying to smarm his way back into Gail's life and
takes young David to buy a Christmas tree after school. Emily
stops Richard in the street to thank him for the way he's handled
her finances; the sale of her house has been finalised and the
lovely Spider in Streatham is just about ready to open his juice
bar. However, just when we're beginning to think Richard might
not be as dodgy as we think he is, Tony Lawson comes looking for
him. He's a disgruntled son of a customer of Richard's, wanting
a word about some dodgy dealings he did with his mother's house
which meant the house was sold to Richard's company instead of
Tony inheriting it as he had hoped. Now, I've seen the ads for
this kind of financial advice to old folk - they're on daytime
telly between Gloria Hunniford and Watercolour Challenge - and
so I guess the service that Richard offers is a legal one but
it still just doesn't seem right somehow.
With a suitcase and a loud "Hello Pussy Cat!", Fred
and Eve moved in with the Peacocks this week. Maxine's getting
ratty because she can't sleep, she reckons it's Fred's snoring
that's keeping her awake but when they mention it to Fred, he's
somewhat taken aback. I say, he's rather concerned because it
isn't Fred that's keeping the household awake with his snoring,
it's Eve. Eve's rather shocked when Fred tells her what she's
doing. Well, she would be, wouldn't she? Along with farting and
picking our noses, snoring is one thing we ladies never do. Never.
Meanwhile in the Rovers, Dev and Geena have competition from
Shelly and Peter in the race to take over the tenancy of the pub.
Geena goes to the bank to ask for a loan and not suprisingly -
she hasn't seen the books, done no forward planning or forecasting,
wears a silly tie - she gets turned down. Peter has better luck
with the offer of a loan on the strength of his success with the
betting shop. Dev & Geena 0, Shelly and Peter 1. Peter mentions
to Fred that the pub is up for sale although he picks a bad time
to tell him. Fred and Eve are heading home for a bit of rumpeh
pumpeh while Max and Ash are out when Peter gives Fred the news
before Fred runs across the cobbles to his missus as fast as his
fat butchers legs will carry him. So could we see an outside contender
in the ample shape of the Elliot's? A quick straw poll of everyone
in my living room this morning (me) reveals the following: the
new Rovers landlady should be judged on the usual attributes which
make up the three most important constituent parts of every Rovers
landlady there ever has been and therefore there ever will be
and so may it come to pass, amen. Boobs. Hair. Attitude. My vote
goes for Eve and long may she reign.
Les/Janice/Dennis/Eileen has become rather dreary, weary and
not at all cheery. Les has tarted his cab up with Christmas decorations
and donned a Santa suit to cheer himself up. Janice and Dennis
are thinking of moving to Sheffield (go! please! go!) and in the
middle of it all, Toyah's sharing the kitchen table with the sauce
bottle as she writes her essays for Uni. Eileen invites Les in
for a drink and he misinterprets her friendship as something more;
but then he would, 'cos he's thick, and he still can't understand
why Janice left him.
Ken is invited by Anita to a pre-Christmas get together of
members of the Weatherfield Historial Society. He mentions this
to Roy who seems rather perturbed, there was nothing in the diary
about an extra meeting, but off the pair of them go to Anita's
house as planned. It seems Anita was only expecting Ken to arrive,
she's dolled up to the nines but the three of them settle down
to tea and a chat about Weatherfield's past. When Anita confesses
she knows Ken's book almost off by heart because she takes it
to bed with her, Ken catches a whiff of parfum eau de sperate
and tells Deirdre later that the meeting had been, um, interesting.
Roy can only agree.
Jack and Vera are both in Blackpool this week, leaving Tyrone
home alone. Fiz decides this just won't do and moves in with him.
It's Tryone's 19th birthday and Hayley bakes a cake with a marzipan
mechanic on it. Yes, Hayley's back! resplendent in red anorak.
Anyway, Fiz makes a bithday tea, tells Tyrone she's done the cooking
and made the cake herself and gives the birthday boy his presents;
there's a CD, a new pair of undies and "an exotic blend of
aromatic oils which will leave your senses tingling" - which
sounded like a bottle of Babycham to me but it was in fact massage
oil. Later on the sofa, Tyrone's in the nuddy as Fiz gives the
lad a massage when there's a knock on the door. As Tyrone stands
there in his manhood, the police burst in to do a quick inspection
of the premises, looking for Terry.
Steve and Karen return to the street after visiting Liz in
Leciester. There's much arguing after Karen reckons Steve didn't
stand up for her when Liz slagged her off and he won't hear a
bad word said against his mum. Karen calls him a mummy's boy and
he responds in kind: ".. and you're a right cow". Later
at the flat she tries to make up to him but Steve reckons she's
hurt his feelings and he sleeps on the sofa wrapped up in a duvet.
Geena's mum appeared in the corner shop (where Tunnocks tea
cakes made a top shelf appearance). With her Marks and Spencer
coat and her Elsie Tanner voice, she asks Geena home for Christmas
dinner - without Dev. Dev doesn't want to play happy families
anyway, he'd rather count his cash at the tills, and why not?
He lies to Mrs Geena, telling her that he's whisking her daughter
away to Spain on a plane, but he's not. This means Geena has to
lie to her parents too and no-one ends up happy.
Elsewhere on the Street this week; Leanne sends Les a letter
to say she's coming home for New Year; Nick sends Gail a postcard
to say he's not. And Sam's flat has been flooded so Les tells
him he can move in with him and Toyah. Naturally, when Toyah finds
out, she's not best pleased.
And that's just about that for this week. Wherever you are
and whatever you're doing, whichever way you do it and whoever
you're doing it with, I hope you have a wonderful time. Merry
Christmas!!
Glenda
Written by Glenda
Young
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