- Mrs Barrington-Hughes
- A sewing kit?
- Harry likes Jazzer in his kilt
- Banter, Tucker style
- Still not a peep from Kate
- Appreciating shortbread
- Burns Night, Jazzer style
- You slagging my mum?
- What recipe was Harry following?
Mrs Barrington-Hughes
Is driving David to distraction.
She’s the mother of the bride for the forthcoming ‘society’ wedding at Lower Loxley that David’s been sweating over.
And I’ve got to give David his due. He’s doing a great job of turning on the charm to keep Mrs B-H sweet while he’s concurrently wrestling with cattle.
A sewing kit?
David sounded quite perturbed that he’d need a sewing kit on hand for the wedding.
The devil is most certainly in the detail.
Was it just me, or did Emma sound like a natural event organiser? Maybe there’s no need for a ‘professional’ to be brought in.
Harry likes Jazzer in his kilt
Well, to be fair, kilts do make most blokes look dapper.
Banter, Tucker style
[Vicky] “Me and Brenda are ‘like that’ now since the party”
[Mike] “It’s Roy’s birthday next week an all”
[Vicky] “Ooh, that was bad planning”
[Mike] “Behave”
(and one assume ‘like that’ was Vicky crossing her fingers. Hard to tell hand actions when one’s eavesdropping)
Still not a peep from Kate
Brilliant.
She’s seemingly been keeping out of Roy and Hayley’s way, but it’s marvellous she’s also been keeping away from those secret microphones.
May it continue!
Appreciating shortbread
Yikes! When a gift becomes a menacing threat … Vicky sometimes can be a bit of a scary lady.
Burns Night, Jazzer style
First Jazzer changes the words of A Man’s a Man for a’ That (at least, it sounded like he did), then ended it with “Go!” to get everyone to down their drink.
Then we were treated to Jazzer’s actually quite lovely singing (which hasn’t been heard since Ambridge Has Talent)
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
O I will luve thee still, my dear
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand miles.
(Robert Burns, A Red, Red Rose)
And once Mike and Vicky had departed – the real party started (with Ed and Emma staying, more of Jazzer’s mates, including Chris, arriving – and a rather tired Harry accepting his fate of another late night.
But was Harry’s efforts to give Jazzer a good Burns Night in vain?
Ed reckoned not. After all, Jazzer had been given:
[Ed] “Food and drink and chance to show off!”
You slagging my mum?
The potential show-down between Ed and Vicky at Harry/Jazzer’s Burns Night didn’t happen, but Vicky seemed to be keen to try and wind up Ed.
Well, to be fair, she seemed to be keen to wind anyone up!
After saying she was finding it difficult working with Clarrie, as it was sometime hard to get a word in (!)
[Ed] “That’s my mum, Vicky”
She then went on, at some length and detail, about how great Nic had been at helping Clarrie when she’d broken her arm, and how Nic and Clarrie were having a nice time properly bonding.
That’s despite Emma also being in the room.
Then Vicky had a bit of a claw at Harry.
[Vicky] “I misjudged you … I didn’t take to you. I thought you were a bit of a know-all … but now, I could just adopt you”
[Harry] “Hah-ha ... that’s an 'interesting' proposition”
I can’t get a firm grip on whether Vicky’s a good or a bad ‘un, just as I can’t seem to get a grip on Harry.
Maybe they are actually related.
What recipe was Harry following?
Veg around the haggis?
Surely no.
Veg near the haggis, but never on the same serving plate.
And gravy?!?
No, no, no!
Still, Jazzer reckoned Harry did manage to get the haggis to look like a haggis, so I suppose I shouldn’t be a puritan.
- Mike’s back, and with a chainsaw
- Brenda has low expectations
- What a surprise!
- Delaying the pain?
- David and Ruth have an early night
- Harry is a heathen and a Sassenach
Mike’s back, and with a chainsaw
It’s been a while since we heard from Mr Vicky.
But then again, I suppose we really couldn’t have had Brenda’s 30th birthday without him.
Anyway, welcome back Moike, and be careful with that chainsaw.
Harry’s also popped up again, but chainsaw bereft. Which I think is good. Still not sure about that chap …
Brenda has low expectations
[Brenda] “Is it Borchester or Felpersham”
Ah, bless her. She’s trying to guess where Tom’s driving her.
But then again, I suppose she does have her trip to Berlin to look forward to.
And at least Tom does blindfold her (which I assumed would at least display her disappointment!).
Brenda the Unassuming – Tom the Man of Mystery …
Or Sir Jasper … according to Brenda.
Saucy!
She wears her silk pyjamas in the summer when it's hot,
She wears her woollen nightie in the winter when it's not,
But later in the springtime, and early in the fall,
She jumps between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
"She's a most immoral lady,
She's a most immoral lady,
She's a most immoral lady,
And she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
Oh, Sir Jasper do not touch me,
And she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
Oh, Sir Jasper do not!
Oh, Sir Jasper do not!
Oh, Sir Jasper do not!
And she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
Oh, Sir Jasper do!
Oh, Sir Jasper do!
Oh, Sir Jasper do!
And she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
Oh, Sir Jasper!
Oh, Sir Jasper!
Oh, Sir Jaspert!
And she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
Oh, Sir!
Oh, Sir!
Oh, Sir!
And she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
And she lay between the lily-white sheets with nothing on at all.
What a surprise!
[Brenda] “Oh my god – it’s … it’s …Willow Farm! … Oh Roy … Kirsty … Gabby from Radio Borchester!”
Brenda was genuinely delighted to be going back to the family home for her birthday party, for her neighbours and local friends to be there AND she loved the memories Vicky had collected.
I was a bit surprised, but then again – Brenda’s not exactly one of living the high life.
Question is – why did Tom get it so wrong? He was sure Brenda would hate everything Vicky has organised for her. It’s almost like he doesn’t know Brenda at all …
Delaying the pain?
It would seem Freddie and Lily may not have to take their entrance exams … well, not for a wee while, at least.
Elizabeth’s worried it’s all too much stress for them, and wee Freddie isn’t sleeping. So she’s tasked David to call the schools to see if the twins can get a stay of execution.
I wouldn’t know what would be worse – having to do them now, or have those exams hanging over their heads for even longer.
David and Ruth have an early night
To get some well-earned sleep.
(well, what did you expect?)
Harry is a heathen and a Sassenach
Jazzer isn’t holding back on Harry as he tries to explain what Burns Night is all about.
[Jazzer] “You don’t just eat haggis … the haggis is the hero of the night!”
But they’re back to being best buddies again when Harry agrees they should host their own wee Burns Night:
[Harry] “I’ll cook, and you can make sure everything is suitably Scottish”
- Burns Night: where was Jazzer?!?
- At least Helen didn’t lock Annette up in her flat/attic/cupboard/car boot …
- Commence the farce that will become Jim’s new shelving
Burns Night: where was Jazzer?!?
It’s not obligatory, but after Jazzer’s contribution to the Antony Gormley Ambridge Plinth’s was playing the bagpipes (Ah! – I get it – it’s because he’s Scottish), I expected some sort of haggis/whisky/Burns’ love poetry combo rear attack by Jazzer on Fallon.
Or is that done and dusted, never to be muttered over a pint of Shires again?
If so – what’s Tom going to think and talk about?
At least Helen didn’t lock Annette up in her flat/attic/cupboard/car boot ...
Not sure if there is still time and opportunity for Helen to stop Annette from having an abortion, but they passed the first hurdle without Helen making any murmurings.
Has she stopped thinking about having a baby through Annette? Is she thinking about ways she can have her own? Did she find one (for a very reasonable price) on ebay?
Commence the farce that will become Jim’s new shelving
You gotta love Joe’s loyalty to his son Eddie – but taking on anything with/ for Jim is never a straight forward task.
Prediction: it all goes bottoms up, with Eddie subsequently unable to get to the pub because he’ll be spotted from Jim’s window.
Ah well. There’s always the cider in the shed.
