Coronation Street Weekly Update, August 31 2009

Greetings and welcome to another weekly update which comes with a note for lateness due to the fact that I’m writing this to you from my bed at the St. Aloysius home for wayward girls with a fever. Matron will be round with the medication at half past, so I’d best crack on. Before I start, I’m going on my jollies once I escape from Matron and for the next three weeks the updates will be brought to you by John Dean and Richard Whitbread. My huge thanks go to them both. I’ll be back at the end of September but until then, ta-ra.

We only had three episodes of Corrie this week but they were packed full of comedy, tears and a bill-a-bong. Emotions ran high in Emily’s house, first when Ramsay bade farewell and headed back to Australia and then when the police came to tell Norris that his brother had died of a brain tumour on the plane. It was too much, too raw, just when Emily had got over saying farewell to her fella, she then had to deal with the fact he was dead. And not just that, she didn’t half give Norris short-shrift over his dealings with Ramsay: “You’re a silly, blinkered, selfish little man!” So there were tears, recriminations and over a soundtrack of Waltzing Matilda, the camera panned from Emily’s front room to Norris laying flowers at his mother’s grave. It was a very poignant, moving scene that almost had me in tears. Almost.

Over at Eileen’s house, she’s battling with Jesse’s other bird, John. The parrott takes the TV remote and changes channels while Ma Grimshaw’s settling down to watch telly with a nice spot of cake. Come on, Eileen, you’ve battled Gail Platt to the ground in your dressing gown before now, how hard can getting along with a parrott be?

And the only other big story of the week was the Bank Holiday Street fete. Claire Peacock had gone into overdrive organising this, and you have to hand it to the woman, when she puts her tiny mind to something, she really goes all out. There was a bouncy castle, stalls, ice cream van, balloons, streamers and kids in fancy dress and all for a good cause, to raise funds for Claire’s DVT support group. “Support group?” huffs Blanche. “In my day, you got drunk and bit on a shoe.”

Mind you, it doesn’t stop Blanche spotting a chance to make cash at Claire’s fete and she does herself up as Gypsy Rose Hunt in the front room to read fortunes for three quid a go. First in is Kelly Crabtree and Blanche looks deep into her palm. “I see fellas,” she tells Kelly. “Many fellas, especially if you keep dressing like a tart”. Kelly huffs out back to the fete as Graeme comes in for his reading with Blanche although we never got to find out what words of wisdom Blanche passed on to the Street’s new garden doc.

Little Joshua and Simon are dressed up as Batman and Robin and holy bee-sting, Josh goes into shock after being stung by a bee. Superheroine Janice Battersby comes to the rescue, puts Josh into the recovery position and then panics, screaming. Josh is rushed to hospital where he stabilises in some bad pyjamas and Claire and Ashley breath a sigh of relief. Honestly, what is it with that family? In the words of Erasure, it’s just one psychological drama after another.

And finally, Molly and Kevin go on a fun run together and end up in bed in a sleazy motel. Ooh, nasty.

I’ll be back in three weeks time. Be good.

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Coronation Street writers this week were Chris Fewtrell and Damon Rochefort.

Glenda
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