Big
story of the week
is Joe's death in the Lakes. As Gail and
David try to keep up their cover story of Joe
remaining in Cumbria because he's
working there,
their lies float to the surface when Joe's body is
found. Tina and Gail
have to identify Joe's body and there's hysterics and tears, it was
very moving indeed. Mind you,
you'd think Gail would be used to this by now, she's done it twice
before. If only she
was as good in identifying a decent man
before they died,
ah well. The loan
shark doesn't yet know Joe has died and pesters Tina
for the cash,
throwing a burning newspaper through her letterbox and setting fire
to the flat. He's a scary
bloke, that fella.
Sunita's aunts
are causing agony for Dev as he
battles with the old biddies. Mind you,
they're not half nosy, wanting to know about Dev and Sunita's
sleeping arrangements, why she isn't pregnant and who this Matt
bloke is who turns up out of nowhere. Pretending to
play happy families does have a nice side, however, as Dev finds
himself spending more time with
Sunita and the twins and both of them seem to be getting along
well. So well in
fact that the aunties decide to stay for another
week.
Nice.
Eileen's upset
this week as Jesse wins big on the horses. But when he
books a holiday for himself and
his folks without taking Eileen, she nags him and tosses him
out. "Take yer
parrot and go!" About time too, if you ask
me.
Anna's over
the moon when Gary turns up
for a weekend
away from his army training. He brings
with him a mate called Quinny who hits on Rosie in the
pub. But when
Quinny receives news that his army brother's been blown up in a
landmine, losing both
legs and his
right arm, "He wasn't even left-handed, or nowt", it
fair takes the shine off Gary's visit
home.
Home alone
with just a bottle of Freshco red for company,
bored, bawdy
Audrey rings Lewis
the escort. When he turns
up, she's in full battle dress and war paint, pretending that a do
she was going to has been cancelled and she's at a loose
end. Lewis takes
her to the Rovers where he hits upon a
plan. He sends
Audrey in there
first, all done up like a dog's dinner and she chats to Deirdre to
Liz at the bar. Then Lewis
comes in, pretends he doesn't know Audrey and flirts
across the bar with her. Deirdre and
Liz, especially Liz, are hoping Lewis' lingering looks are
for them, but
they're not. He walks
around the bar and chats up Audrey, making her
giggle and making Deirdre and Liz as jealous as
cats. Yes, cats can
be jealous, my friend. However,
Norris thinks he
recognises Lewis and remembers him as being the ?husband' of Claudia
at the Weatherfield Council Christmas Ball and assumes
Audrey is having a
fling with a married man.
Audrey? Never!
Ahem.
Over in the
Kabin, Mary's helping Norris out by
playing with the magazines and annoying him
greatly. "Google
ganglions!" she advises Natasha, apropos not
much.
And finally
this week, Connie and Jack come to visit
Tyrone. As Jack takes
the lad out to the pub for a pint,
Connie cleans and cooks and does what she can
for
Tyrone. So when the
phone rings, she answers: "Hello, Tyrone's house," and it's Tyrone's
mum on the line so Connie spills all about his split from the
Mol. Well,
Connie's never met Jackie Dobbs before, how was she
to know she should have kept her gob
shut?. Within
minutes, minutes I tell you, the doorbell rings and
the pink-haired gob on a stick is at the
door. It's Jackie
Dobbs emoting to her son, she's clearly on the
want. "I feel
yer pain, lad."? We all do,
Jackie, we all do.
And that's
just about that for this
week.
Coronation Street
writers this week were Peter Whalley, Mark Wadlow, Simon Crowther
and Jonathan Harvey.
Glenda Young
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