Playing the puggies of love... (?!)
The other Brodie brother Michael was getting a little hot under the collar too when Zinnie the Pooh tried to set a cunning honey trap for him. She was prancing around the house wearing nothing but a towel, deliberately trying to stir up trouble. Michael played right into her hands and in his attempts to cover up his awkwardness he ended up looking like a sleaze! Aw poor Michael! Thankfully Leyla didn't take much notice and all was well again - that is until next week anyway!
There was a ray hope for the women of Shieldinch in the form of Gregory's Girl Stella! No gold digging or nasty manipulation from her, just some good fun and sticking it to the man (that man being Raymond on this occasion). Raymond thought that a girl couldn't play football but Stella made him eat his words when she scored the winning goal at the charity footie match. Go Stella! And Robbie made a much better cheerleader than her anyway!
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Quote of the Week
Molly (while ordering at the bar): "I'll go mad, a wee voddy and orange. Oh, no that fresh stuff!"
Comment number 1.
At 10:15 2nd Sep 2011, Banksy38 wrote:Talk about a bizarre love triangle!
At the beginning of the show, a wall in an outdoor shot contained a poster advertising an Elton John tour which seemed to contain a number of dates over several months. Later in the show, Gabriel - as part of his hard sell on Joanne to leave Shieldinch and all the psychological baggage that came with it - told her that he had a "mate in London who was away for six months" and whose house they could live in. Could it be possible that the temperamental Queen of Pop had taken troubled Gabriel under his wing at some point and given him free use of his pad while he went away on tour? Big-hearted Elton does have a well-established track record of 'rehabilitating' attractive, yet vulnerable, young men through his programme of highly personalised live-in care.
Just a quite football point. Stella's penalty was a metaphor for the current state of Scottish football: technically inept, completely reliant on luck, and took place in a game marred by brutal players' violence and persistent crowd trouble (ie Joanne).
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