Tabernacle! Our Vidéotron PVR randomly decided it wasn’t going to tape Corrie so I ended up missing the first five minutes.
Thanks, however, to YouTube user CorrieClassics, we don’t have to miss anything (even the bits the CBC cuts out):
That said, the big news is that the Blanches will has been read. She left:
To Simon: her late husband’s fog watch.
To Amy: a genuine imitation silver music box, with a broken spring
To Deidre: her jewelry as she knows she’s had her eye on it.
To Ken: her hardcover Maeve Binchy collection (“a proper writer”) and Eckles, who’ll need daily walkings but Ken must avoid canals, theatres, and other places where he may meet women of ill repute
To Norris: the knowledge that he’ll now get the gossip first hand and he won’t have to go looking for it. Also, she’d like to cancel her subscription to Puzzler Monthly (she still owes for three months).
And to her granddaughter Tracy: £14,000
£14,000 will buy a lot of Hiya! magazines, which we see Tracy reading in her cell with Gail. She’s trying to get a murder confession out of her, hoping it will lead to an early release. But Gail remains firm. She didn’t kill her husband. The recession did. Yes, she said that. Well, it was last night but it bears repeating.
Lloyd and Cheryl are growing closer because nothing promises the stability and comfort of a monogamous relationship like dating a stripper. Liz notices this and kindly tells Theresa that it’s time to move on. So she breaks up with Lloyd and calls Mel for a place to crash. She leaves the street broken hearted. And that’s the last of Mortons.
Janice found Trev’s tin can full of cash and asks him about it. Turns out, he’s not a drug dealer, but was saving for a trip to the World Cup in South Africa. The money was for the plane tickets, beer, and well, beer. It’s all hush hush because they don’t want their wives to know. Going is Trev, Steve, Ashley, Tyrone, and Peter, Janice’s alcoholic future son-in-law. This does not sit well with Janice.
Tina still can’t leave the flat. Graeme says he had a similar experience when he was caught in bed with his friend’s girlfriend. He was an apprentice baker who had a way with chocolatines but also had a violent streak. “Mr Crippling,” they called him.
The joke there is on the name Mr. Kipling, a brand of cakes available in the UK. They were also responsible for a kind of controversial but really funny advert:
Anyway, Graeme is trying to cheer up Tina and it’s working, slowly.
And Roy and Hayley are at odds over each of their approaches to the pending nuptials. Although Eddie Windass may have been on to something when he suggested they get hitched in the nude like his German swinger friends.