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2008 -
APRIL 7
There was summat in the water this week on the
Street, summat that fuelled the men into testosterone towers of
trousers and a hard hat. If it's not a burly builder taking up too
much space on the screen then it was a passing policeman or a fit
fireman as an extra. But when macho masculinity was needed this week
to stop David Platt ravaging the Street on his teenage rampage, the
real men were in disappointingly short supply. Yes, this was
the week when David not only admitted to Gail that he was the one
who threw her down the stairs, but he then knocked his mum off her
crutches, smashed her flower vase and then went out onto the Street
to smash as much glass as he could. Bish! Roger's car got it in the
windscreen. Bash! Jack's front window and Deirdre's bay window got
smashed. Bosh! Out goes Audrey's plate glass window in the salon
then the phone box and kebab shop and only Jason dares have a go at
David as the men of the Street follow meekly behind him. Tyrone
squeaks up: “I'm gonna tell his mum,” but she already knew. As the
police arrest David for being in possession of a big stick and a
sick mind, Audrey yells at them to lock up her grandson and throw
away the key. And Gail? Gail goes “Oh, David,” with that look upon
her face. You know the one I mean. And then Audrey despairs with “Oh
Gay-ayle” Best line of all was Rita in amongst all the kerfuffle who
was having her hair done when the window was smashed. She walked out
onto the Street with the hair dye on her head, aghast that everyone
would now know she wasn't a real red-head. I know! Isn't anything
sacred? I got a text from my brother at that point, he was shocked,
I tell you, shocked, and it may be some time before us long-term
Corrie fans will recover from Rita's revealation.
Anyway, with David in the cells in tears, Audrey and Gail
get drunk on mother's ruin and after a glass or two of gin, Audrey
blames Gail for the way David's turned out. Gail turns this round
wonderfully (gin does that to a girl) and pins the blame firmly and
squarely on the shoulders of the fragrant Mrs Roberts. It was all
those years of being left alone while Audrey was off gallivanting
with some fella or t'other that did it for Gail, she reckons. And
that's why David's turned out the way he has. It was a wonderful
touch from Jonathan Harvey and sets the scene for Gail's real dad to
turn up on the cobbles soon.
Away from David Platt and the
smashed glass this week, Harry Mason's been giving the glad eye to
Liz. He's got the warmth for Liz, you can tell. I was going to say
“the hots” but at his age, the warmth is probably all he can manage.
Vernon, bless him, has been doing his best but lets Liz down when
his two builders go off on a cruise-ship gig for six months, leaving
the smoker's shelter in the Rovers back yard in a bit of a state.
Liz berates her feckless fella but he defends his mates by saying
they were musicians-slash-builders “…and we're all slash-something
these days.” Vernon's next master plan is to revamp the menu at the
Rovers. He wants smoked venison, jerk chicken and a lamb shank on
the menu and hot-pot off, he tells Liz and Steve. I note, however,
that he didn't have the guts to run the idea by Queen Betty of the
Hot Pot herself, oh no. She'd have flattened him.
Elsewhere,
news of the fire at Valandro's spreads like, er, wildfire. Leanne
and Paul give their prepared statements to the cops but Amber's
truthful version of events could land them both in it, with a bit of
luck. Janice asks Leanne awkward questions about the fire. She
knows, does Janice. And Leanne knows she knows.
Meanwhile,
Roy spots bat droppings by the building site on the Street. He takes
them home, examines them on the kitchen table (as you do of a Monday
evening when the telly's not too good) and tells Becky that as bats
are an endangered species, he might have to bring the work on the
new flats to a halt. Oh Roy, what would Hayley say?
Over in
the Rovers, Alex popped in to see mum Michelle and the two of them
eat chips in front of the most appallingly bad bit of painted
backdrop the Street's ever had. All we needed was the microphone to
appear in full view from the top of the scene and it could've been
an episode from 1973 all over again.
Coronation Street
writers this week were Peter Whalley, Simon Crowther, Joe Turner,
Julie Jones and Jonathan Harvey.
Glenda
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