General Chat

......air......Betty had sold so many hot-pots and with all the sprouts and Christmas pud that had been consumed......they decided to break out the WWII collection of gas masks....

one of which had the name tag of ....

Albert Tatlock - Ken jumped in at this point waxing lyrical about old Uncle Albert but no one else could remember the old geezer, or Minnie Caldwell come to that. Rosie's back end had now healed over from all the cat scratches and now she was out again looking for someone to

get close to.The only man around was poor old Jim as he was living in the park..Did Rosie mind kipping in a tent with a hobo,especially as the tent had

mice.

but then it was better than accepting her only other offer of shacking up with

course she didn't - this little tart was out for a bit of fun wherever she could get it and if Jim was all that was on offer then she was up for it - so she was. He couldn't believe his luck, so he couldn't - but little did he know what a scheming little minx Rosie no knickers was and before he knew it

[got to laugh Colin - you and I always seem to post at the same time and cock the story up!!! good innit]

she put her hand right in his trouser pocket and pinched his chewing gum. not only was she a wee hussy but a thief now too. What would Sally think of this, so much for the posh school where...

(great minds think alike Ann)

....the best teacher was none other than...

Ken Barlow who felt the need to return to teaching after his short stint on the local rag. Rosie should have been taught decorum amongst other qualities but obviously was away the day they did that. However, Rosie was just too much for Ken who had a gutsful of girls like her - she was too much like Tracey in so many ways so he decided to

give her detention and read the riot act to her - however Rosie saw this as an opportunity to...........

Flutter her eyelashes and as Ken blushed who should walk in but...

Roy...dressed as a warrior!!

he was doing a re-enactment of some war that had allegedly taken place in Weatherfield hundreds of years ago - looked a right dick head in a loin cloth but to Rosie he looked magnificent - she imagined being dragged off by the hair to a cave somewhere on the red rec and living with this cave man called Roy, however

the loin cloth became dislodged and slipped and what Rosie saw made her mouth full open,Was this Roy that

looked so meek and mild in his apron at Roy's rolls? No wonder Hayley always had a bit of a smirk on her chops. She was deffo having second thoughts now and decided to cut her losses and go home. Back at the house Sally was

dressed in a nurses uniform and waiting for

......give Kevin his supper...

of baked beans on toast followed by a tin of rice pudding. Kevin had had a gutsful of this uninteresting food Sally was always putting on the table and hoped with all his heart that he would get a prison sentence this week and have a chance to savour prison grub - it had to be better didn't it? Rosie turned up for supper wearing what passed as a skirt but was more like a pelmet for a doll's house. Kevin went mental and told her