Here’s your update from across the bond by the lovely Glenda (aka Flaming Nora). Once again, her current update blog can be found here (and of course you know that it’s the current episodes so spoiler, spoiler, spoiler).
Glenda, has a wicked sense of humour and as I was going through her updates, I came across this bit announcing Leanne’s restaurant opening:
Leanne’s pizza place in the precinct opens for business. The standard menu is £50 for a half hour, £350 for an overnight stay, £20 if you bring your own cutlery and any extras to be negotiated with Miss Leanne herself.
Have I mentioned my super crush on Glenda? Anyway, here’s your update from Sunday’s omnibus. I did add a few things and comments, but those will be in italics so you can tell Glenda’s original work.
July 16, 2007
Don’t come in and whatever you do, don’t sit down. In fact, it’s probably best if you left, right now. I’ve got a nasty cold and I’ve been off work all day. So it’s up to you. If you come in, I’ll be asking you to put the kettle on and mix me up a Lemsip. Or you could stand by the letterbox and I’ll shout out this week’s update to you through the front door. Except I won’t shout because I can’t, in fact I can hardly speak as my throat is so sore. But enough of this moaning. Without any further ado, let’s crack on with this week’s Corrie update as I’ve got up off the sofa and pulled myself together for long enough to write it.
It’s Sally’s 40th birthday and there’s karaoke in the Rovers with Kevin belting out Mustang Sally: ride, Sally, ride. Yes, most people have. “I love her so much, I married her twice” Kev announces in his speech before Sally takes the microphone for a spot of Nancy Sinatra. She’s got the mother of all hangovers the next day and takes the day off work which doesn’t go down well with daughter Rosie, who’s now management at Underworld, you know. Sally muses on the mid-life direction her life is taking her. Instead of it leading from house to factory to pub to corner shop she wonders if there’s more. Oh yes, Sally, much more.
During the festitivies, Der-ick’s wife Linda shows up to talk to Liz. They go to the back where Linda tells Liz that she’s worried about an affair that Der-ick is having and that she’s afraid he’ll leave her. Liz tells Linda that she know the affair is over because Der-ick told her that it was. Linda wonders how Liz knows seeing as Der-ick is so closed mouth about these things. Liz tells her that she knows because she is the other woman. (Now, didn’t Linda one day see Liz walking out of the apartment building awhile back? And once she figured out that Der-ick is keeping a fancy woman there….I would have thought she would have put 2 and 2 together…which is why I thought she came into the Rovers in the first place.) Anyway, Linda storms out of the pub, presumably on her way to confront Der-ick.
Speaking of Underworld, Carla sacks Joanne this week as she was last in, first in. Well, sort of. She was last in most recently and that’s good enough reason for Carla to get rid. Liam, who knows Joanne’s knicker seams a bit better than Carla does, reinstates her at the factory.
At the Rovers, Derek breaks Vernon’s heart by telling him the truth about him and Liz. Vernon had only gone and proved how much he loved Liz too when he sold all of his record collection to buy two tickets to Paris. “I’m sorry” says Liz but that’s not good enough for Vernon this time and he walks out with his bags packed, splitting up their Liz and Vernon mugs in the Rovers back room.
As Vern stomps out, Liz tells him to not leave, but instead, yell at her. He stops in his tracks and says, ‘Do you want me to hit you, like Jim did? Sorry Liz, I’m not going to be that man.’ And for a moment, the skies opened up and Glacia saw Vern in a whole new light…he was kind of…I don’t know…not gross. Seriously, he never looked better. That line alone won him points with me.
He spends his time sleeping the cab office and moaning about life in the café to Roy. Liz finally finds him and begs him to take her back and try again. She even asks Lloyd If he’ll take Vernon in to his spare room and look after him there, as a mate.
Jack and Vera’s grandson Paul Clayton (a posting on who Paul is to come) arrives on the Street and Tyrone’s not best pleased. His antenna for a bad ‘un twitches when he spies Paul and it hasn’t stopped twitching all week. Paul gets his feet under the Duckworth table good and proper, he’s a chef and cooks up all manner of fancy meals for the Duckies. “It’s real steak pie with a lid on” enthuses Vera while Tyrone watches on, starving himself rather than eat anything made by a son of Terry Duckworth.
And it’s little Freddie Peacock’s first birthday and a party’s in full swing at the house.
Haley and Roy show up a bit late because they left the gift buying to Becky, who bought Freddie a firetruck….so yeah, they had return it. Meanwhile, they also brought the Robot cake that Roy made even though Becky points out that they way the arms and legs of the robot are positioned, it looks like a homicide victim. Call CSI – Cake Shooting Investigation. (Okay, yeah, whatever, I’ve been sick all weekend.)
Claire’s nipped out for a new cushion, as you do, when the party guests arrive and Ashley’s frantic with worry. Casey turns up with a pressie for Freddie and Claire unburdens her soul to the woman who tried to burn her house down. Ashley storms out with his confused face on, followed by Kevin Webster with one much the same.
And that’s just about that for this week. Now then, where’s me hot Lemsip?