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There's been a lot of birthdays this week on the Street. Les was 47,
Kev was 30-something and Vera was 21 yet again, Virgo's all. As it was
my birthday too the other week I can't say I enjoy being born under the
same wandering star (sign) as Les. Kev and Vera perhaps display the
right amount of signs for a necessary Virgo: a bit of anxiety, a good
sense of humour and far too much cleaning. But Les, no way. Anyway, in a
good twist of the plot that took on a sub-storyline of its own, Kirk
finds an old radio on a skip which he hands on to Vera. Vera gives it
to Tyrone and Tyrone gives it to Kev for his birthday. With me so far?
Kev gives it back to Tyrone, assuming Tyrone's spent too much money on
it and Tyrone gives it back to Vera as a gift for her birthday. Of
course she realises what it is and where she's seen it before and
although all rather pointless, produced a few chuckles at this end, it
did.
Richard asks Gail to lie through her teeth so they can get a remortgage
at the bank under the pretence of a home improvement loan. She does it
but doesn't like doing it and feels really bad that she has to hide it
from Audrey. There's a breather of sorts when Dicky sells one of the
flats for a knock-down fee of sixty five grand but it's clear the
Hillman's are in a hell-hole right now. Dicky even sells his car and
pretends it's been nicked until it gets rather awkward when Gail says
they can claim on the insurance, can't they?
Rosie and David started the big school this week. Dolled up in new
school uniforms off they went to start Weatherfield comp and Rosie's
upset to hear that Sally's trying to get a job as a dinner lady at her
new school. Why on earth that should upset her, I don't know. When I
was in my infant school, my mam was one of my dinner ladies at school.
It was brilliant. She was there if I needed magic cream on my knee after
I'd fallen over and skinned it in the playground. She was there when
the horrid Miss Curtain, infant-school teacher from hell, made me cry.
And the best bit was she used to bring home the left-over desserts in
her bag although I wasn't ever supposed to tell anyone that. Whoops, I
just did. Anyway, Rosie needn't have worried about eating warmed-up
second-hand treacle pudding and custard at tea-time because Sally is
offered a job at the Bookies working for Peter instead.
Ah yes, Sally. Now then, just when things are moving nicely along
between Sally and Kev in the Webster house they go out to celebrate
Sally's new job. Back home on the sofa with a bottle of wine and
clearly ignoring Corrie rule No 69: "Don't drink the red; it leads to
bed" they reminisce about the old days. Ah, Hilda. Ah, the muriel. Ah,
young hearts. Run free. Never be hung up, hung up like my man and meeee.
Doop-de-doo. And it's snogs ahoy until Sally pulls away, confused and
Kevin walks out, frustrated. They make up later and agree once again
there'll be no more complications, they're in this together for the sake
of their kids, aren't they?
It's not often you hear the phrase "infra-dig" on Corrie but you heard
it this week as Karen tries to lord it over her mates Janice and Fiz
just what a good job she's got and how it's so great meeting all these
celebs who pop into the store where she works to buy expensive furniture
and stuff. Oh yes, it's all upwards and onwards for Karen these days.
But the truth is that Karen's finding things hard. Her boss and
colleague are snobs, clearly Karen is lowering the tone of Elevation
(Delevation?) and she's no longer enjoying the snakes and ladders of her
life. But she reaches one more time for the high-life when she tries
to get into new club Attic with her workmates - but she isn't even
invited. And there's worse to come when Janet and Fiz visit Karen at the
store and embarass her in front of her snotty colleagues and boss.
Karen's sacked on the spot and anyway, right, it doesn't matter, cos
like, you know, she was already going to leave, yeah. So it's back
down the ladder, to the basement for you, Mrs Muckdonald. Corrie
golden rule number thirty-six B: never pretend to be any better than you
ought to be, especially if you're a woman.
Dev's cousin Naveen, smothered in Brylcream, with a mobile phone and a
sharp suit impresses Mike enough to do business with him. Joe gets the
girls to work harder and quicker to fill Naveen's knicker order and
cheques change hands before all boys together have a drink in the
Rovers. I mention this only because the cheque, next week, will bounce.
And that's just about that for this week.
Glenda
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