Saturday, December 24, 2011

Tony Gordon It's Friday: the Stella(r) edition

no spoilers were used in the preparation of this post

Sorry for the prolonged absence dear colleagues of Corrie. I spent the last few days looking for a parking spot at Costco and then reselling it to a desperate young man with a Kia Sedona. Tis the season after all. But I digress. There's a new gal in town and her name is Stella. Looks, how you say, interesting. In other news, I have a question. If Sophie was considered to be too young and irresponsible to look after the doss house (er you mean shelter - ed) for one night and was blamed for a break-in, why is she now being offered a full time position? Something is a bit off there I think. Anyway off we go for a pre-Christmas TGIF. Ho ho ho!

Julie commiserates with Fiz over her bad fortune with a certain teacher:
"You've been Staped"
(and believe me it hurts)

David tells Graeme of his admiration:
"Graeme Proctor, stud of the parish"
(a window cleaner who is windex-rated)

Julie to Brian, man of her dreams:
"You touched something deep within me"
(please not just after I've eaten)

Rita tells the Indian aunties that Marcus is not the right man for Sunita:
"You need to get your gaydar sorted"
(Try the repair shop on Rosamund Street)

Kylie can't resist needling Tina over her loss of Graham to Xin:
"You dim sim, you lose sum"
(I think I saw that in a fortune cookie)

Julie goes on about her secret love for Brian:
"His agony must have been as deep as mine"
(but not as deep as mine)

Graeme winds up Norris saying that he plans to work in Beijing as:
"The only western window cleaner in the forbidden city"
(call it a meeting of cultures) 

Deirdre bores Tracy with pottery chat:
"I think I may glaze my next set of pots"
(I'll alert the media)

Steve briefs Stella about senior barmad Betty Turpin:
"She must be older than the building"
(wait till you see her hot pots)
Well, fellow lovers of Corrie, that's it for another week. Enjoy the big celebration (I'm talking about the omnibus not that other seasonal event). All the best. Peace, joy and a nice G & T to all. See you soon here at the hip where every day must be Christmas because we eat and drink too much.

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