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she worked it out they were plastic handcuffs and she could get home before sunrise before anyone

He called a friend (Paul with a friend?) who owed him a favour, they poured Becky into the car and the friend then drove Becky to Corrie St and handcuffed her to the bench outside 'Audreys'. At least she had somewhere to lie or sit on until

throwing up all over the table!
Paul was not imrpessed -no one had ever critised his food like this.
He had to find a way of getting back at her, but how?

young Paul who invited her to lunch in his restaurant - halfway through the meal Becky let herself down badly by

so she agreed to kens offer, within weeks she
was not only speaking perfect english she
thought she would have a make over to match,
off she went into town,had the works and on her
way home met

Becky pictured herself kitted out in the burgandy coloured overalls that was worn by all those posh birds in Costas while blowing smoke rings.

must pop out and have a fag break - excitement is getting to me

mopping the floor and degreasing the oven then we may have time to fit in a few lessons over a coffee at Costas in the High Street....ooohh errrr cried Becky, would'ya do all that for meeee Ken,,,

and you might need elocution lessons but perhaps I could help with

the never-ending sinkful of crocks while Becky smacked on her gum and gazed wistfully out of the window.'Ken,..do you think I'll ever be good enough to get a job at 'Costa' she asked'.....oooohhoo...I dont know about that Becky, afterall Costa is very upmarket

ex editor and schoolteacher hits alltime low in order to make his old age pension stretch ran the article. Ken spluttered with rage, grabbed his pinny and sank on to

Norris!! yes, he knows everything said the editer of The Weatherfield Rag. 'Ken Barlow Dons Pinny and washes Pots in a Greasy Spoon' screamed the headlines

and then with shaking hands lifted the camera to his eye only to drop it in bowl of sangria which he had prepared earlier - Rosie was furious - but whether it was because she could not have her photos taken now or how she was going to explain the camera to her dad who knows but

armed with a selection of discarded 'Underworld' cheap and tacky lingeria held together by a stitch and a prayer made by her mothers' own fair hands. Goggle eyed Tony gasped

Rosie thought about this for 2 seconds and then agreed. After all her father would sort him out if thinks turned bad.
So off she went into Tony's lair!

but found out that a modelling portfolio would cost hundreds of pounds so she thought of a cheap way out - armed with a digital camera of her father's (he did not know she had taken it) she asked Tony when Carla was getting a coffee if he would take photosof her if she came to his flat and posed for them - well Tony - thought Oy Oy and rubbed his hands in glee

When suddenly up popped an advert for
a modeling agency that what i want to do she
said, and rushed off to get her photo taken

Rosie stared blankly at the computer screen while contemplating wether a Celery stick or a carrott stick would be less calorific

not good enough to tantalise your taste buds then I'll start buying pot noodles, pot rice and anything else that requires water and a stir!

ashamed of yourself that is not the way you were dragged up - I always fed you on the best fish fingers and oven chips from Freshcos not to mention baked beans on toast for a change but if thats