Coronation Street Catch Up: the randy old tomcat edition

your one-stop update on what happened last week on Canada's Coronation Street...


So Peter's back on the booze, Gemma's pregnant, Carla's living in a squat, Seb's girlfriend knows he's HIV positive and Nick is desperate to get insurance money for the factory.

That's about it, I'm outa here... (not so fast. Your contract requires at least 600 words. Get on with it -ed).

Oh alright! Okay, well Peter tries to track down Carla on the estate  in a squat inhabited by two lowlifes with good teeth. They tell Peter and Johnny not to look upstairs so they don't but that's where Carla is hiding. Next time, don't listen to the lowlifes (lowlives?)

Peter is disconsolate and resorts to drinking. Simon is distraught and joins him to prove a point. Ken is distraught. And I imagine Eccles is distraught too having to live with the Barlow brigade.

Gemma goes to the doctor and it turns out that she isn't hung over, just pregnant. Phew, that's a relief. Rita and Paul know but Gemma doesn't tell Chesney. 

Seb's girlfriend isn't fazed by the fact that Seb is HIV positive but she does steal some biscuits. One wonders why she couldn't simply ask Seb for a few biscuits to take home.

Nick meets with the insurance adjuster but she won't cough up any money until the police investigation into the factory roof collapse is completed. Mary gets injured by a bicycle-riding Jan and Moira seems to be taking a shine to the Polish builder.

St. George's Day is celebrated in the Rovers and Gary begs Sarah to give him another chance. No dice. As Jan might say, "on your bike."

And now for a few lines from the week that was:

Moira tries to chat up Jan:
"Can you believe I'm still single?"

(a rhetorical question, one assumes)

Peter describes Ken:
"randy old tomcat turned pillar of the community"

(but as randy old tomcats go, he's one of the best)

Peter to Ken:
"I want to stay here and drink myself into oblivion"

(you're well on your way)

Lascivious Moira to Leanne:
"I bet Imran has tidy tush"

(no ifs, ands... or butts)

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Well, fellow Corriephiles, so ends another week. I'm not happy to see Peter fall off the wagon. I thought we had crossed that bridge and I don't want to go through rehab all over again. 

Not sure if I can get my head around Gemma's pregnancy. It seems that just the other day she was eating a head of iceberg lettuce and drinking lager out of an umbrella hat. And now she's going to be a Mom? Happy Mother's Day!  Thanks for stopping by and have a great week.