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I can't quite get to grips with this Alex chappie. He's Sally's unconscious,
the devil that's sitting on her right shoulder while Kev and her angelic
daughters sit on her left. He's there to make visual Sally's doubts about
re-marriage to Kevin, nothing more and nothing less - and seems to me, anyroad,
pretty pointless. But he cracks on with the decorating nonetheless and even
uncovers Hilda's old muriel when he scrapes away layers from the past from
the wall at No. 13. He and Sally pick Pomona Green to be the colour scheme
at the Websters. I once went to a place called Pomona. It was a smog-bound
hell-hole of a place in Southern California where the air was so rancid,
the whole city smelled like a cat-food processing plant. One visit was enough
to know I would never go there again. (It was much like McDonalds). I don't
know why I'm telling you this, I'm not really with it tonight. I've not been
right since earlier on when I was wrapping up Christmas presents to send
overseas and had to use that big black smelly marker pen on the jiffy bag.
Anyway, Sally and Alex wander round the park and snog by the ducks and then
there's lots of awkward moments when Kevin's in the house with Alex and Sally.
Mind you, Sally looks a picture in her sumptous red velvet wedding suit
that's come from the catalogue, which she tries on for Alex in her new Pomona
Green room.
After Vik caught him in the casino with Lucy last week, Vik tries to
blackmail Peter into writing off his gambling debt in return for Vik's silence
to Shelly. When Peter tells Vik he's not going to fall for his plan, Vik
storms into the Rovers and spills the beans to Shell. Well. Hell. It breaks
loose. "In the back." She tells Peter. "Now." And in the back he goes, following
her in like a lamb to the slaughter but instead he gets off scot free when
he lies through his teeth. Upset at how close he came to losing Shelly over
this, Peter calls round to Lucy to ask his mistress for advice on his girlfriend.
(It takes a woman to know a woman). Realising he needs to do something drastic
to keep in Shelley's good books, he proposes and she accepts and then it's
one more trip to Lucy's to say his farewells. Will Lucy turn out to be a
bunny boiler? Oh I do hope so - she could start by simmering Peter's little
furry thumper good and proper.
Joe proves he's big in the pants department when Una's Undies puts
in a huge order at the factory. This means he has to take on a new machinist
and Angela Nelson applies for the job. Too nervous to go for the interview,
she cancels at the last minute but with support from hubby Tommy, she goes,
and gets the job later on. When the new girl starts at the factory, the
others want to know all about her and can't understand why Angela won't give
them the gossip they feel they deserve. Hayley starts putting up Christmas
decorations at the factory to the strains of Kylie on the radio, which reminds
me I hadn't opened my Kylie chocolate Christmas advent calendar window yet
today.
Scared out of his wits by the bloke who Peter's sold his debt on to,
Vik does a runner with Maria in tow. Maria makes a scene in the Rovers and
tells Shelley she needs time off to look after her gran. When Harry steps
up to work the bar in Maria's absence, Maria and Vik jet off to the sun leaving
a stupefied Steve, a curious Karen and a doubting Dev behind.
More marital discord for the Watts when Emma's called into work and
Curly's left holding the baby again. When she returns from work she brings
colleague Mick home for a drink and when he leaves the cobbles in his car,
knocks Janice Battersby and her jumbo sausage to the floor. Both Janice
and sausage were fine.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
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