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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 10, 2006 11:53:52 GMT
Greetings, peasants. Yes it's me - the one and only Reet Littlewood-Fairclough-Sullivan here flying into the 21st century now Ken Barlow has taught me how to how to use this Internet lark on condition I don't try and jump him.
So what have I been up to lately? Well there's a wrong funeral being planned in Coronation Street that's for sure. If anyone should've died it should've been me peasant after I goulashed him very painfully. But no. The morons that reckon they're in charge (the obviously have no idea I'm the star therefore the boss) decided to do me out of another inheritance by killing off Fred Elliott 6 months after they killed Mike Baldwin. Madness! Don't they know owt? No rich fella walking the cobbles is allowed to die until they've wed me! It's a written rule! So they did me out of two wills. How mean can yer get? We all know Audrey's to blame for Fred's collapse. It were the shock of her hair that did it. I'll get her for that cos, and this in't known till now, but Fred were actually meant to take one look at me all pretty in pink and black (half ready for me mourning period), dump Bev at t'altar and elope with me THEN he were gonna snuff it on t'honeymoon. Only Audrey went and put a major spanner in t'works. So next time yer see me I'll me in mourning - for the loss of all that cash!
Till next time.
Queen Reet
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Post by jessi on Oct 10, 2006 19:01:00 GMT
wonderful
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Post by sallywebster on Oct 10, 2006 19:31:52 GMT
Very good!
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 10, 2006 20:20:07 GMT
I've been thinking about doing one for a few days but trust me to start it when I'm tired so I couldn't think or spell. LOL! Another entry coming soon. You've been warned. LOL!
Patsy
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Post by valda on Oct 13, 2006 20:52:31 GMT
yes please Patsy keep Rita blog going it`s fantastic  |
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Post by pearly queen on Oct 14, 2006 21:57:55 GMT
Poor Reet - the only man left on the Street with any serious cash is Danny Baldwin, and as we all know he will nob literally ANYTHING.
Get in there quick before that young whippersnapper Frankie gets hold of him again.
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 19, 2006 15:56:56 GMT
Greetings peasants, Yes tis I again, the much married Reet Littlewood-Fairclough-Sullivan, lubricating me tonsils with gallons of vodka so I can murder Bring Me Sunshine at Fred's wake tomorrow. I do wish the writers would read up on history. There I were back after Len left me me first millions back in 1983 vowing in front of about 18 million witnesses never to caterwaul in public again and they've been making me do it since the Millennium. Well if that in't public I'm beggers if I know what is. Never mind. I can have some fun when the peasant starts whining by threatening to sing again if he don't belt up. That should do it. If not, physical violence always does t'trick. ;D Oh well. It's the holiday to Budapest next week. Wonder if yer allowed to drown anyone in t'Danube?  Till next time! Queen Reet |
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Post by valda on Oct 19, 2006 16:06:27 GMT
love it  Patsy keep it up please please don`t sing again Rita unless you seranande Norris on the cruise that would be much better than drowning him in the Danube lol Val (Valerie) |
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 19, 2006 16:15:10 GMT
LOL! Yes she could push him overboard. She'd love that. Patsy |
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Post by jessi on Oct 20, 2006 5:51:57 GMT
Wonderful
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 23, 2006 15:03:13 GMT
Greetings peasants, Yer favourite redhead here who is far sexier than Gail the wail and dreary Deirdre ever were so how come I only ended up with two dead hubbies and get an annoying, balding peasant for me loyalty? This is vicitimisation. I shall have words as soon as I get back from Budapest unless they have me marry another zillionaire while I'm away. Anyway folks, tis almost time for the holiday. And I am going to have fun! "How can you have fun with Norris round your neck?" I hear all me fans cry. Firstly he won't be round me neck literally. Do yer think I'm desperate??? Secondly, yer haven't seen me check list of things to pack. I'll tell yer what they are. Whip, rolling pin, stilettos (yes I know I only wear flatties these days as well as surgically attached black trousers but who said I were gonna wear 'em?), kitchen sink - all to whack him with when he gets on me nerves, which, going by past form, will be every second. One crack about how much duty free vodka I make him buy from his share of t'profits and he'll get a bottle round his head - after it's empty naturally. I'm not wasting good booze. Happily waste him mind. Till next time! Queen Reet |
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Post by valda on Oct 23, 2006 20:03:23 GMT
Getting better every entry of her Blog Patsy lol your right she is is by far sexier than Gail the Wail and Dreary Dierdire it`s about time Rita had a another hubby with cash , who though? , Norris ? (he must have some as he bought into the Kabin remember ) or Charlie?(he`s got cash, and attitude does Rita still like builder`s after Len? lol) |
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Post by jessi on Oct 24, 2006 9:23:08 GMT
Its really good |
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 24, 2006 13:25:30 GMT
Course technically Gail's had 2 dead hubbies as well while Deirdre's had 1 current and one ex but they've still been married more than Reet so stand more chance of wills. LOL!
LOL Valda! Yes she does have a thing for builders. Harry Bates, Len. She even had a soft spot for Bill Webster and helped him out financially when he rented the yard, much to Alf's annoyance.
Patsy
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Post by pearly queen on Oct 24, 2006 20:11:53 GMT
I do hope that Reet and Norris don't get caught up in the political uprisings and riots in Hungary at the moment - if they wind up in some Budapest jail Tony Blair might get involved with a 'Free the Weatherfield Two' campaign.
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 25, 2006 13:38:14 GMT
Hey maybe that's how she gets hurt and has to stay! Patsy |
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Post by sallywebster on Oct 25, 2006 13:53:05 GMT
Another good entry Patsy. Made me laugh!
Maybe Norris injures her in revenge for all the times she inflicts pain on him!
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 25, 2006 13:56:42 GMT
Yeah like not volunteering to buy the drinks so she has to. Oh that must really be agony for her parting with her cash.
Patsy
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Post by sallywebster on Oct 25, 2006 13:59:07 GMT
I know. I was shocked when she gave Rosie and Sawfie some money each to go away on holidays.
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 25, 2006 14:07:02 GMT
Probably claim it back as a tax expense.
Patsy
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 26, 2006 17:32:21 GMT
Üdvözletek paraszt -ból Magyarország!
That's Magyar for greetings peasants from Hungary and I'm certainly hungry after me peasant scoffed all the in-flight grub! He even tried to do me out of me vodka. He's paid for that since and has several lumps on his head as change. So what's it like here in Budapest? Weather's been glorious. Sunny. Peasant moaned as usual. Buda is wonderful. Pest I'll deal with again later if he don't put a sock in it or I'll do it for him! I wish the writers hadn't made me enter that stupid competition now. Just think, I could be on a cruise again paying extortionate single rates trying to snare me next rich and soon-to-be dead hubby for me weeks off. But no. They've made me suffer peasant in me free time. I'd rather pay extorionate single supplements than that which is saying summat for me. He wants to go sightseeing to look at old relics. Boring! Don't get me wrong. I want to see some old relics all right - the rich old single men and where they hang out! The writers are always spoiling me fun.
Till next time!
Queen Reet
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Post by valda on Oct 26, 2006 19:13:58 GMT
R.O.F.L love it Patsy, keep thumping that peasent Norris Rita, long live queen Reet |
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Post by jessi on Oct 26, 2006 19:19:33 GMT
Wonderful Patsy Keep going |
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Post by RitaLittlewood on Oct 30, 2006 15:10:10 GMT
Greetings peasants! Apologies for not telling all my fans what I've been up to since me last entry. Hang on. Why am I, the greatest redhead to ever live, apologising? Yer all peasants! Scratch that. I'm not sorry at all cos I can do what I like and yer all have to lump it. After all, in't that why yer all adore me so much in t'first place? So what have I been up to? Nowt of note. That means (I know I always have to explain cos yer all a stamp short of a post office) I haven't managed to snare me Hungarian millionaire. They all keep running away. Even them on zimmers get away despite me best efforts flaunting meself, looking as alluring and sexy as ever and putting more slap on. I can't be losing me touch surely. Nah. They must all be gay or impotent. Although just one look at me is enough to cure any man of either of them. No man can possibly resist me. Anyway peasants, I've had to belt me handmaiden up. I got a call on me mobile which nearly gave me a heart attack when I realised Ken were using t'shop phone! That part of t'bill comes out of Norris's share of t'profits seeing as it were him he were moaning about. Ah, Ken moaning. Ugh. Just made me shudder and feel sick at the memory! Where's me vodka? What's that peasant done with it? I need to wash the taste out of me mouth just like all them years ago. When he snogged me! Mucky minded fans. I'd never lower meself. Well not unless there were a few million quid in it. Now where were I? Oh yes, peasant. Well I had to ram his own mobile down his throat to stop him hassling Ken and losing me profits as it seems Ken spends more time on t'phone to the peasant than working. Eee, it's cold here. Temperature's dropped so I need more vodka to keep me warm. Peasant offered me his hot water bottle but I told him I weren't THAT desperate before slapping it out of his hands. Not often I've seen tears in a man's eyes, and the jury's still out as to whether he is a man or not. Gotta go. He's just come back with provisions - fifty litres of vodka! That should keep me going for at least twenty minutes. Till next time! Queen Reet |
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Post by valda on Oct 30, 2006 16:34:24 GMT
LOL nice one well done Rita ,LOL keep it up Patsy please this is great |
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Patsy keep it up please