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What is about Ken Barlow that makes him such a hit with the
ladies? It's not looks, it's not power and it's certainly not
his cardigans but whatever it is pulled both Deirdre and Alma
this week. Deirdre's still at Dev's and still in tears over her
fall out with Ken and Geena, as you'd expect is not best pleased.
Ken, meanwhile, is growing close to his old flame, Alma. Over
pub lunch the two of them chat and Alma admits it was her idea
for Deirdre to return to him last week and tells Ken to "look
into his heart" to find what, and whom, he loves most dearly.
And there you have it. Next thing you know, Ken's at Dev's door
holding a bottle of champagne with a rose between his buttocks
singing "O Sole Mio" to Deirdre who stands there with
her specs steaming up. Well, no, not exactly, because as you'd
expect with Ken, it's a lot more subtle, less romantic, more boring.
"We can get past this" says Ken. Well, they should know,
they've had plenty of practice. And when he says "Please
come home" it's all Deirdre can do to stop from melting and
she can just about manage a tear choked "Ohken." But
they are back together again, and say what you like about Deirdre,
and I frequently do, it was good to see her happy.
So, you'd think, wouldn't you, that Geena would've been pleased
to have delicious Dev to herself once more? Well, what happens
next is that Vik and Bobbi find a woman in the flat above the
corner shop. So, Bobbi tells Geena that Dev's got a bit on the
side and up the stairs. Furious and in tears, Geena confronts
Dev who has to admit that yes, there's a woman in the flat but
no, he's not having an affair with her. It's a young Asian woman
who works for Dev in one of his shops, fleeing from an arranged
marriage and an angry family. Rescue-hero Dev has taken it upon
himself to get involved in something that has nothing to do with
him and agreed to let Sunita (for that is her name, adding to
the ever expanding list of Street women who's name ends in letter
a) stay in the flat until things settle down. Geena, while wondering
what else Dev has kept from her, "you lie so well",
finally understands and even offers to take Sunita for a girl's
night out with her and Bobbi.
While the Street women this week have done a lot of crying,
the men have been doing a lot of thumping. First off, Curly throttles
Ryan when he finally finds out from Doc Ramsden what the lad put
Emma through while he was away. Secondly, Martin and Sam have
a set-to in the cafe and it's nothing that Martin doesn't totally
deserve. David plays the part of an 'orrible little brother convincingly
well, reads Sarah's diary and discovers some of her secret thoughts
and fantasies - all about Sam. David tells Martin who assumes
Sam has been having it away with Sarah. He then chucks a mental
in front of Sam and the Platt household and although I've never
liked Sam before, I had to admire him when he turned and walked
out with a "you lot disgust me" thrown into the middle
of the room. But Martin just won't let it lie and there's fisticuffs
in the cafe when he has a go at Sam, but Sam proves too strong
for him and Martin ends up face down in his egg and chips. Later
in the Rovers, Kevin tries to calm Martin down with a pint and
some sage advice while Gail comforts Sarah when she finds her
burning her diaries in the garden and admitting that she made
the whole thing up.
Over at the Rovers, Duggie double crosses Fred and Mike by
managing to buy them both out of the partnership without them
even realising they've been had. By the time they realise what's
happened - they've lost money and Duggie is the new owner, Mike
congratulates Duggie on being so sly while Fred refuses to partake
of any of the beverages and walks out to partake elsewhere. Duggie
breaks the news to the staff at the Rovers, impressing no one,
especially not Betty. His management style is as subtle as his
rugby playing was, as he tells Toyah: "I'm the boss now,
you either like it or lump it and if you don't like it, you know
where the door is."
Jason's won a scholarship to Lanzarote to do running, or something,
but whatever it is he needs £500 sponsorship and Eileen
hasn't got it. So, she does what every other working class mother
does when she can't afford to further their child's education
/ interest / talent / genius, she simply says "We can't afford
it, forget it" and that's the end of that. I know, I've been
there, this storyline is painfully familiar, except for the running
bit. Dennis offers to loan Jason some money towards what he needs,
but Eileen won't hear of it, she refuses to be in the least bit
supportive. But Jason has plans of his own and decides to raise
cash by cleaning cars in the Street and it's something, I suppose,
that Eileen gives him the money to buy a chamois cloth.
Curly and Emma cook Sunday dinner for the Doc and Charlie and
Ashley and Maxine. Now, I don't particularly like Maxine, I never
have, but I will not stand to see her humiliated by bitch woman
Charlie who's just moved in and thinks she' s better than our
Max because she's a teacher and Maxine isn't. So, they're all
gathered for Sunday lunch and it's just about ready to serve when
Curly realises he's forgotten to cook the meat. How convenient,
then, that Ashley has some sausages he's prepared earlier. He
nips home to get the sausages he's been preparing for the upcoming
competition and solicits opinion on the bangers from the assembled
group at Curly's. It's agreed, he's got a winner there, one sausage
stands proud above the rest, but Ashley's devastated to find out
it's the vegetarian one he made specially for Maxine.
Elsewhere on the street, Mike whisks Adam out of school and
off to Disneyworld for two weeks, leaving Linda home alone.
And that's your lot for this week. Next week will be a little
late as I'll be up to all sorts on Monday night and won't get
around to the update till mid-week.
Glenda
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