HAYLEY + ROBBIE = BFFs!

Well, folks, what can we say? Prejudice comes in all shapes and sizes and this week it came to Shieldinch in skinny jeans. Wasn't that weasel pure sneaky, giving Robbie the eye in the café only to turn nasty on the defenceless boy when his pal turned up. What a horrible thing to see happen to our poor Robbie and, joking aside, his experience of hate crime is a terrible thing that unfortunately does happen in real life. Here's hoping Robbie continues fighting the good fight and justice will come out right in the end. And it warmed out hearts to see the good people of Shieldinch rallying round our FMH (Favourite Male Hairdresser). Molly was her usual fabulous self, telling Robbie how it is and encouraging him to stand up for himself. You could definitely see the wee glint in her eye when Robbie gave her a cheeky kiss on Montego Street. Good boy, indeed!

And then the attackers tried to have a quiet homophobic pint at the Ship, only to feel the wrath of our FFH (Female, obvs), the Haylster. She. Is. Not. Having. It. We don't know about you but we never want to be the folk that get on the wrong side of her, Jimmy and Scarlett. We at RC Towers were punching the air in triumph as Robbie stood up to his two weasly attackers when it looked like they were turning on Hayley. Be warned! If you mess with Robbie's BFF, you best beware. We were also very pleased to see the strapping DC Cooper standing up for Robbie rights against DCI Donald...

In other news, Stella and Bob certainly have been getting down and dirty this week! What on earth was Stella looking up on t'internet?! Don't know about you, but the positions we spotted were not likely to get her pregnant. RC Towers did blush! With Stella demanding the nasty at specified timed intervals, poor wee Bob was naturally feeling slightly dominated. The flat might have gone all whips and leather if Deek hadn't encouraged Bob to chat through his feelings with his Mistress and ask for a little more romance and...um....gentleness. Maybe a safe word or two?

Meanwhile, Leyla is still not at all happy. When is this lady going to cheer up? Ok, yeah, her husband's gone down for murder and left her all alone with her incredibly mopey step-kids who are breaking the sarcasm sound barrier, and her son never seems to be around and her boss is forcing her to be a phlebotomist (Is this something to do with the bahookies of Shieldinch?!) and her house is a complete tip and even when she cleans it no one notices and she keeps making Sir Gabriel of Brodie run from the room so fast he leaves dust cloud!

Gah!!!!! Alright. We admit it. We'd be going nuts too! Though that was some very very intense wine-drinking while staring at nobody on the couch. Didn't look like she was having a good time, did it? Oh, Leyla, what's happening to you?

Next week, the wedding of the year! Move over Kate and Wills, it's time for us to go hat shopping for the Hamilton-Buchanan nuptials. Nothing could possibly go wrong...or could it?!

Quote of the week:

Stella: We're going again in exactly....60 seconds time. 'Mon! And then again 55 minutes after that. Or 55 hours, I'm kind of confused. We'll just do it both times to be on the safe side, right?!

**THIS WEEK'S BLOG WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY GUEST EDITORS MAMY**