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Curly finally got his girly when he wed PC Emma this week.
The lads (Martin, Ashley, Kevin, Danny and Peter) take Curly to
the Rovers for a bit of a knees up on his stag night but they
all end up sitting over their pints talking about tax and pensions
until Peter orders a Deathray at the bar. I'm not sure if that
was a fancy cocktail or if Peter was so bored that he really did
want a Deathray. Who knows? Anyway, Curly staggers home at the
end of the night only to be arrested by two coppers for singing
too loudly and swaying too happily and he's thrown into the cells
for a few hours to sober up. Of course, it's all a bit of a larf
(yeah, right, being thrown into a cell is a right giggle, I'll
bet) that PC Emma has engineered. Ho hum. Anyway, the day of the
wedding dawns and Ashley's doing his bit as best man. Curly's
sweating 'cos Emma's late, very late at the church and he starts
feeling sorry for himself, wondering if she's ever going to turn
up. Well, when she does, resplendent in white hooded cape with
diamond tiara, small bouquet and a big smile, she brings with
her a very special bridesmaid - Curly's daughter Alice. As Curly
and Emma swap words: "With my body I honour you. All that
I am I give to you. All that I have I share with you", there's
not a dry eye in the house, well, not in my house anyroad, especially
when Fred gives Audrey a wistful look. There's a lovely scene
at the wedding reception later when Ashley stands up to give his
speech.... "Ladies and genklemen....", and was I the
only one who spotted Christine Hamilton as one of the wedding
guests as Deirdre caught the bouquet? Anyway, the happy couple
can't go off on honeymoon as planned as Alice needs to be taken
back to France and Christine the housekeeper has come down with
food poisoning, quelle surprise! So, Curly spends Christmas at
home with his wife and his daughter, happy as can be until Emma
realises there's no food in the house. Off they go to the Peacocks
to celebrate Christmas there with Fred and Audrey and Maxine and
Ashley (wearing a shirt, on Maxine's instructions, to match the
table decorations).
Great stuff going on in the Rovers as Mike, Fred and Duggie
slug it out over their new partnership and try to decide whose
name will be above the door as official pub landlord. The three
of them sit around a table in the Rovers, arguing and bickering
like three old ladies... and it doesn't take much imagination
to remember which three old ladies in the Rovers they remind us
of.
Sarah and Candice are still at odds with each of them trying,
but not really understanding the other's point of view, how could
they, now that one of them is a mother? Anyway, Sarah's boyfriend,
Glen comes around to her house to say he still wants to go out
with her and that her having a baby makes no difference to him.
Sarah's chuffed with this turn of events and agrees to see Glen
after Christmas. All is well at the Platt household as Martin
spends Christmas day there, but his thoughts are far, far away....
out shopping for Christmas presents with Sarah and David before
Christmas, he spies Rebecca, back from the far east to the north
west with a swingy about haircut. Martin can't think of anything
else, he's useless, like a little puppy with heart shaped Poo-Chi
dog eyes (and a wagging tail, no doubt). He makes his mind up
he's going to find her, and discovers from her friend Carol where
she's living. After spending Christmas day with Gail and the kids,
he drives to the house where she's staying - Billy no-mates looking
for his Becky. He finds her, snogging some bloke under the mistletoe
in a house party, having fun without him.
At the Battersby's, Janice receives a Christmas card from Leanne
- she's working in Sydney. Janice is feeling a bit sad, a bit
blue, a bit whey, a bit whoy, a bit, you know so Les does what
he can to cheer her up - he covers the outside of the house with
Christmas lights, flashing reindeers and sparkling Santa's. It
seems to do the trick and puts a smile on Janice's face (some
women are easily pleased, that's all I can say). Of all the videos
in all the shops, Les gives Janice her Christmas present - a copy
of Casablanca (Why? It was on the telly on Christmas day!). He
also gives her a diamond ring and of course Janice wants to know
where it's come from, and there' s a line from Les that's sheer
poetry: "Here's me giving you my heart and you want a receipt".
Eileen and Dennis are there for Christmas too, singing on the
karaoke as Eileen's son Jason turns up for lunch too. Eileen introduces
Dennis to Jason: "Light of my life - meet the fruit of my
loins."
There's noises coming from downstairs at the cafe and when
Roy goes to investigate, armed with saucepan, he finds a little
boy there stealing food. Next day, Roy finds the kid on the street
and invites him in for egg and chips. It turns out that the kid,
Wayne, lives in a children's home but was sent back to his mam
and her boyfriend for Christmas, from where he escaped. Anyway,
in a rather predictable, but quite nice in its own way, storyline,
Roy and Hayley take Wayne in, feed him up and read him stories
about elephants until he has to return to the children's home.
Wayne's mum's boyfriend tries to collect him first but when Roy
spies the man hitting Wayne, he confronts him in the street and
has to have a sit down afterwards - being assertive is not something
Roy is accustomed to.
Not such a joyful Christmas at the Barlow's. Peter (who I thought
was quite dishy at first but now realise he's anything but) chats
up Karen on Christmas eve in the Rovers, thereby giving her a
second storyline. She is no longer "factory girl what chats
up blokes". No! She is also, now, "factory girl what
blokes chat up". Anyway, Peter has his hands full on Christmas
morning and is late for dinner which Deirdre has been slaving
over for three long months and twelve days. Liz is invited along
to dinner also, so that's two old turkeys at the Barlow's on Christmas
day. Tempers flare over dinner, not helped by Blanche criticising
everything from the size of the potatoes to the taste of the meat:
"This turkey's so dry it could choke a camel". (I bet
they had steeped peas though). Liz walks out, Deirdre tears a
strip off Peter and later bleats "Ohkenwarrammagonnadoooo"
in the Rovers.
Vera's home from hospital on Christmas day, back to her own
home which Jack has had refitted with a new kitchen, it's got
cupboards and everything. Tyrone and Maria try (and fail) to make
Christmas dinner for Jack and Vera while Monica, the Bette Davis
of the dog world, reposes on the sofa, tinsel around her neck.
Andrea and little boy Clayton turn up for sprouts and mash too
and the new Mr and Mrs Watts also pop in to welcome Vera home.
Jack has another surprise for Vera, he's booked them on a three
week Caribbean cruise.
If walls could talk, eh? That back room at the Rovers could
tell a few tales. Nat invites Kev there for a hot roast on Christmas
day, well, the pair of them have nowhere else to go. After a few
sherries and bedazzledly hypnotised by Nat's jacket, Kev tells
Nat that he slept with Sally the night before his wedding to Alison.
This piece of gossip puts a nasty smile on the landlady's face
when she serves Sally and Danny at the bar later. Danny also had
a bit of a storyline this week, but I don't like him very much
so I won't say what it was.
Elsewhere this week, in the corner shop, Deirdre's crush on
her boss just keeps on growing. And who can blame her? Not only
is he gorgeous, he he also has his own stock of Tunnocks caramel
wafers. What girl could ask for more?
Written by Glenda
Young
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