The big
story this week was
Sally Webster’s 42nd birthday and the party from
hell. With the
select few gathered on her living room carpet (where were her proper
mates Rita and Gail?) Sally keeps her guests fed and watered while
Sophie and Rosie do their best to show mum
up. Rosie’s in a basque and
leggings. “She looks like a hooker!” says Ben when Sophie
accuses him of eyeing up her sister. Rosie takes
umbrage, she’s outraged and points to her
clothes. “Er… one hundred pounds…” she
says about her barely-there top, “One hundred pounds,” her spray-on
leggings, “And ninety pounds,” her pointy pointy shoes. “All right
then,” concedes Ben, “she looks like a high-class hooker!” But Sophie’s jealous of the
way Rosie’s tempting Ben with her tight top and tips a glass of wine
all over her sister’s head. As 80s music
provides the backdrop to Sally’s party, it’s to the tune of Love
Will Tear Us Apart that Kevin lies to Sally that he’s going on a
boy’s jolly to Bristol when he’s booked a hotel
for him and
Molly. It’s The Look
of Love followed by Don’t You Want Me? and
segueing into Red, Red, Wine as Kevin slopes off to Jack’s house to
bonk Molly senseless on the sofa when she cries away from the party
with a migraine and Kevin follows her home. But while he’s away,
Kev’s phone rings and Sally answers it to
find the Bristol hotel on the
phone letting Mr Webster know that his room has been upgraded to
include a jacuzzi. Kev lies again and says
the hotel’s booked for Sally’s
birthday surprise and off they both go, leaving Molly tearful and
alone. When the Websters return, Kev tells Molly their affair is
over, done and dusted, ended and gone. The nation
breathed a sigh of relief then looked anxious again when Molly tells
Kev it’s not over for
her. Not even a
surprise two-week holiday to Tenerifee
with Tyrone can put a smile on Mol’s
face.
Down the road,
Graeme Proctor is a man of
many jobs, a jack of all trades and a master of none, apart from
firestarter, expert firestarter, BA Hons. This week he
procures extra-strength painkillers for Joe McIntyre
through his shady dealer contacts on the black market, he chops his
way through more meat than he
can shake his chopper at in Ashley’s butcher shop and he digs up
Claire’s backyard to build her a piece of paradise in a Weatherfield
back lane.
Across the
Street, David lies on the sofa feeling sorry for himself after breaking up with Tina while Ted
gives him a sandwich and some advice about love. Ted tells his
grandson that no matter how old you get, love never gets any easier
because hearts never harden, they can always
break. To hear Ted
speak about his lost love, James, the man whom he loved and lost
when James died, was heartbreaking. Corrie plays a
blinder with that character, methinks.
Meanwhile, Pam
and Bill finally, finally go on that date they’ve been threatening
for
weeks. Bill places
his lonely hearts ad: “I don’t like pina
colada or getting caught
in the rain. I am not into
yoga and I have half a brain. I like making
love at midnight up on the Red
Rec, and I’m the man that you’re looking
for, phone me up
and escape.” Anyway, Pam replies via
Molly who she gets to phone Bill to make a date, pretending that
she’s a tall blonde businesswoman. Bill thinks
he’s meeting this tall blonde businesswoman and prepares
for his date but
then cancels after Pam says she fancies meeting him in the Rovers
for a
pint. And so, all’s
well that ends well when Bill and Pam finally, finally go on that
date they’ve been threatening for
weeks. I raised my
pina colada to the telly and cheered.
Elsewhere, Fiz
visits John Stape in
prison so often this week she might as well move in, pay council tax
and start measuring up for
curtains. I thought they
were allowed one visit per month? Fiz is there all the time and in
return for her, you know,
being the only person in the world to care
about John Stape, he
sends her his grandmother’s engagement ring and pronounces her his
intended. Hayley’s not
best pleased and refuses to be Fiz’s wedding witness and as
for Chesney, Fiz
hasn’t told him yet. It’s all so
wrong and now it’s wrong with a ring. Stape wants
Chesney to be his best man as Fiz gets engaged to the very
worst.
And over at the
Connor house, Mr and
Mrs Connor, the parents
of Liam (murdered by a Scotsman), Paul (killed in a hit and run with
a prostitute in his car boot) and Michelle (ex Hear’Say singer) arrive from
Ireland to take a look
at their little grandbabby and Tony’s not
best pleased. He’s anxious
that Helen and Barry spend too much time with baby Liam and Maria
when he wants them both for
himself. To prepare
Maria for the visit from
her in-laws, Natasha gives her the once over with the hairdryer and
some lippy which seems to do the trick, while Maria’s own parents
haven’t been mentioned once.
And that’s just
about that for this
week.
Coronation Street
writers this week were John Kerr, Peter
Whalley, Mark Wadlow, Jayne Hollinson and Mark
Burt.
Glenda--Blogging away
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