Gail clucks
round Joe when he goes cold turkey. He’s in pain
and drunk, depressed and out of pills when he breaks into the
medical centre with a pick-axe and lump hammer while
Morrissey sings on
the radio: “Please, please, please, let me get what I
want.” Joe gets
more than he
wants, he gets arrested by the cops who take him away and then bring
him back to Gail. David tries to
tempt Joe to get back on the pills but Joe’s being strong, in
between bursts of tears and cups of tea on Gail’s
settee. Tina figures
out that Graeme and David were supplying her dad with the pills and
waits to get David on his own to threaten him with something nasty
if she ever takes her revenge, and she just
might. Gail moans to
Audrey that Joe’s
recovery depends on her being strong and they have a moan about
men. “Why don’t you
get yourself a nice man, a normal man?” asks
Audrey to
Gail. “You mean
someone like Alf…” replies Gail with disdain, which I thought really
sad ‘cos wasn’t Alfeh a gent among men?
Over at the
factory, Rosie threatens to withdraw her cash after Luke cools off
her and warms towards Michelle who’s now
back in town. In the war of the cleavage Luke Strong is too weak to
fight Rosie off. “She’s less
interesting company than a dead crustacean,” he tells Michelle about
Rosie but Rosie’s dead-crab eyes home in on Luke and when she
threatens to take her spends out of ladies pants, Luke pretends
he’ll support Rosie’s
designer lingerie line. Perhaps he’s
got a thing about thongs?
At the auction
rooms, Eileen nips to the loo to spend a
penny which costs her almost five thousand
pounds. She tells
Jason not to go over his budget but there’s a posh blonde bit behind
him who’s also after Number 12 so Jason has to raise his bid and the
hammer comes down on the flat for
£54,750. Sold to the man with the irate
mother.
Maria returns
from Ireland this week,
full of blarney and pictures of horses in
fields. Tony greets
her and the baby with a bouquet and hug and then, oh, I couldn’t
look, I really couldn’t, they kiss, right in front of LiaMaria’s wedding picture
too.
At the Windass house, Chesney’s being treated like a prince as he’s still not speaking to Fiz
over Stape. Anna cooks
for him and lets
him watch the telly while Eddie seeks his
expert opinion on cake. What
more can a boy
need? Eddie’s gearing up to make Steve and Becky’s wedding cake and
draws up the doings on some paper in the caff.
Roy takes a look
and determines the historical details
aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, something about columns,
cherubs and Greek temples, all forming part of
many things of which Roy is an expert
of course.
Speaking of
experts, Graeme’s Blackpool
Tower made out of
sausage wins this week’s work of art award,
closely followed by his knowledge of black and white
movies.
“Norma Shearer!” he
cries to Blanche’s surprise when she quizzes him on her top 10 old
movies with strong female leads. It’s not often
Blanche’s left stuck for
words but she does
the decent thing and buys the lad a pint.
And as Becky
and Steve discussed wedding plans in the Rovers this week, the song
playing on the juke box was appropriate enough: “It Must be Love” by Madness, for madness is surely
what their big day will bring. (Q: What’s the first sign of Madness?
A: Suggs walking down your garden path).
And that’s just
about that for this
week.
Coronation
Street writers this week were John Kerr, Simon
Crowther, Chris Fewtrell, Mark Burt and
Damon Rochefort.
Glenda,
Blogging away
merrily at http://flamingnora.blogspot.com