Dear Joe McIntyre

spoiler alert; this post makes reference to the October 25 episode on CBC

The good news is I'm back at Corrie Central (your living room? -ed). The bad news is that my Peek Freans are all gone (please leave your medical condition out of this -ed) and my trusty assistant whom I shall refer to as 'Kirk the Second' neglected to switch on the state-of-the-art recording technology last night (maybe he ran out of wax cylinders? - ed) with the net result that I am, how you say, 'Street less'. Never fear, faithful BPH followers (three, I believe - ed), I hustled down to the local Tim Horton's early this morning and the lovely Judy (or Judé in Montreal) gave me a quick synopsis over a double double (hey, why don't you get her to do the blog too? - ed).

Seems like ol' Joe McIntyre is racking up more interest than a chip butty at the British Isles Show in Toronto. Once again, Joe is on the losing end of a business proposition. On the one hand, he can't seem to buy a break. On the other hand, he seems to have little or no interest in taking the bull by the horns and dealing with the problem of his friendly neighbourhood loan shark, the enigmatic 'Rick'.

Wouldn't it be a good idea for Joe to be slightly more proactive? For example, couldn't he go down to the loan shark's office (under the Viaduct, hours 9pm-2am, closed Sundays for leg breaking) and at least find out exactly how much he owes? Maybe he should come clean with Gail before Gail divests herself of her most precious asset (She's selling David down at the market? - ed). Last, but not least, how about unloading that bloody great eyesore parked in Gail's driveway (Again, David comes to mind - ed). 'Gail Force', that ironically-named yacht, could fetch a pretty penny on the open market (and open water) and settle Joe's mounting debt crisis.  As they say on the Street, 'Time to get rid'.