Corrie friends, I’ve been popping blue Advils this past week to keep an earache / toothache at bay. So in the spirit of all things blue in this episode, I present the following recap, courtesy of
Something Borrowed, Something Blue
Jack, Molly & Tyrone are having a meal at home. Flush with excitement and happiness, they ask Jack to pass items back-and-forth to, respectively, “my fiancé/fiancée”. Jack charmingly plays along. The happy pair say that they love being engaged. Molly promises to be careful with Vera’s ring. Jack says it spent more time in a pawn shop than on his swamp duck’s finger, and Vi would have loved organizing the upcoming nupitals. Jack says he wants to chip in for the wedding, but Molly and Tyrone will have none of it. Apparently they are planning a “cheap and cheerful” wedding – “I-do’s, buffet, DJ, honeymoon”.
In Dev’s later, Auntie Pam, Molly & Eileen pore over wedding magazines. Pam refuses to entertain Molly’s request for ‘cheap and cheerful’. She wants their wedding to be magnificent.
Over a drink at Rovers, Eileen and Pam chat at the bar with Tyrone, Lloyd and Jack while Michelle and Molly sit nearby, looking at dream dresses, etc. The older folk hint to Tyrone that when Molly asks for a no-fuss wedding, she really means she wants fuss. Tyrone, bless him, doesn’t care one way or another – as long as Molly is happy.
Harry, dapper in pink, waylays Liz on the way to work and chats her up. As they talk, Harry notices Clarissa emerging from a taxi. He asks Liz on an afternoon jaunt, but Liz says she can’t just walk out of the pub. “Control-freakery, very sexy,” Harry purrs. (ed: Dude, if ya like that, I can do that and throw in crabby, paranoid and OCD with my guest towels) Harry suggests a picnic with chilled rosé. Liz eventually caves in and agrees.
Clarissa walks into the Caf looking for Lloyd. She needs a lift to the supermarket; Lloyd offers to drop her there for free on his way to a fare. Later, she passes time at the bookies having tea with Leanne. She wants to know where Harry is; Leanne hasn’t a clue. Leanne wants to know why Clarissa still calls Harry her ‘old man’. “Because he is,” she replies. She want Leanne to give her the keys to the flat so she can go prepare Harry a nice meal. Leanne is hesitant, but hands them over. Clarissa seems to have an end-game in mind with Harry other than divorce.
Harry and Liz arrive back from the countryside, and Liz has gotten some sun on her face and freckles. Harry wants to kiss her and suggests rather seedily: “I press a button, seat goes down, good-night snog.” Liz is not swept up in a torrent of passion by this suggestion but takes Harry up on his offer of a drink upstairs.
Harry gets Liz into his flat, kissing and cooing, and somehow manages to hoist her onto the kitchen counter amidst much snogging and man-sighs. He calls her gorgeous and a man’s woman. At that moment, Clarissa emerges from the bedroom, in a smart black dress. “Wives,” she says, “popping up when you least expect them.”
“Six weeks and counting,” Liz retorts. Clarissa seems impervious to the make-out session and Liz’s insult. She has cooked too much dinner, she says, and offers Liz take-away…in a doggie bag.
Blue Hair and Blue Literature
Blanche sits at the Barlows’ dining table with Ken, who is immersed in Tales of The City, a collection of stories by Armistad Maupin. For a wee primer on this culturally-significant gay writer, check out:
A short book review is at:
I admit my curiosity about this series of books has been….aroused.
Blanche, feeling snubbed by Ken’s silence, complains of being ignored. Ken praises Maupin’s “evocative city-scapes”. Blanche wants Ken to take the trash out, complaining she is downwind of yesterday’s cabbage.
Later Blanche, now alone, is reading Ken’s Maupin novel when the phone rings. The caller is Ted, who wants to meet Ken in the Midland Hotel lobby at half-past so they can attend an art auction. Blanche takes down this information, shaken by what she assumes is a dalliance. Deirdre comes home, prattling about her errands. Blanche wordlessly hands Deirdre the note as she sits down. “Bold as brass, ringing the marital home,” Blanche bemoans. Deirdre is not catching Blanche’s drift.
Eventually coming to understand the source of Blanche’s distress, Deirdre is in hysterical laughter and can hardly snort the brandy Blanche has given her. “Mom, Ken is not gay,” she hoots. Blanche unloads a boatload of evidence…the jaunty jumper from the reunion, the fact that he drinks camomile tea to knock himself senseless before Deirdre comes to the marital bed. And of course the cheeky new novel.
Deirdre begins the ironing as Ken enters, praising Rita’s fabulous skin. “Your boyfriend phoned,” Blanche says flatly. Blanche interrogates Ken, claiming he has been outed by his jumper, his boyfriend and his book, best stowed in a brown paper bag. “An assignation” she says derisively, “you’ll like that, plenty of syllables.” Ken returns that her low level homophobia is pathetic. “I have nothing against the gays Kenneth, I just don’t want to have my daughter married to one.” Blanche tells him.
Deirdre chimes in that Ken isn’t Ted’s type anyway. Ken is very offended by this.
“Smitten,” concludes Blanche. Deirdre dissolves into helpless laughter again as Ken storms out to the art auction.
Blue Chip Bag
Vern, very much at home in the Caf, is showing ’round his framed crisp bag, whose contents were consumed by legendary British drummer Cozy Powell. Vern acquired this treasure in a beer tent during his relationship with a rocker chick with a penchant for handcuffs. He’s hoping there might be a place for it on Roy’s walls.
Playing from the Blue Tees
Dev and Prem are enjoying an afternoon of golf. Prem asks how Amber is, and how she’s getting along with Dev. Dev duffs a ball, but Prem is gracious about it, saying he plays more frequently than Dev does. Dev sees that he failed to do the groundwork with Amber during childhood, and now she seems to have no respect for Dev. He says he’s going to ask Sunita for more access to the twins, so mistakes don’t repeat.
Prem beats Dev soundly at golf and raises the subject of Amber again (ed: a speculation…is Prem hinting at an arranged marriage?).