There's a fire in the subway, the underground that is, not a big sandwich...
Stevie and Nicole were also getting a bit hot n heavy, unfortunately it was in Gina and Murray's flat. But at least the flat saw some action, all it usually gets is Murray talking about hill walking! Stevie and Nicole are very sweet and I truly do love Stevie to bits, but the boy is a numpty. He talks about getting his life back on track and then decides it's a good idea to use someone else's house for sex without asking! Zinnie the Pooh, never one to miss the chance to cause mischief, called the police on Stevie and he's been arrested! It's about to get a whole lot worse for him in next week's episode - the police realise that 19 year old Stevie has been having sex with 15 year old Nicole. Eh, that's illegal dude.
In other Shieldinch news, Dr Dan was feeling a bit shaky after all his gambling antics of the past few weeks and lost faith in his doctoring skills. It didn't help that Moaning Murray had decided to sue him for the prescription mix up that had landed him in hospital. However, Michael persuaded Murray to forget about suing and Dan felt better about himself after he saved lives during the fire, Indiana Dan to the rescue as always! And could Indiana Dan of found himself a leading lady? I think we might be witnessing some romantic stirrings with Kelly-Marie! I'm looking forward to see what happens there.
I'd also like to give an honorary mention to up and coming comedy duo Conor and Adeeb! They were really making me laugh with their demands of dinner from Leyla and then Conor's very cute Burns recital. They are just typical teenage boys, very funny!
Don't forget to watch next week to find out what happens to Stevie and see what Lenny Murdoch is up to now...
Quote of the Week
Michael (to Leyla about the fire): "It's ok, it's over, nobody died." - brilliant Scots philosophy!
Comment number 1.
At 30th Jan 2012, Banksy38 wrote:Frankie Howerd Double Entendre of the Week goes to.... Gabriel. What else could the immaculately coiffured coiled spring of animal lust say when he wandered into the Brodie house and spied the object of his desire other than "I've discharged myself." I had hoped he could have waited a bit, but this is what's to be expected when you get mixed up in this kind of business I suppose. It ain't have made him grumpy though.
Mind you, I would have walked out too on the world's worst ever Burns Night Supper at the Brodies, irrespective of whether I was knocking up the lady of the house. Conor's rendition of My Love is Like A Red, Red Rose was total rubbish and I don't care if he's just a kid: he said he'd been practising so there was no excuse for the drivel he subsequently served up. Sniggering was the very least I would have expected from Adeeb and accidental jailbat Nicole. I was spitting feathers and I've only just calmed down.
While I was fuming internally about Conor's mauling of Burns, my other half pointed out how odd it was that the emergency triage centre post-fire was the Hairdressing Salon rather than, say, oh I dunno, THE MEDICAL SURGERY just down the road.
But, I retorted, (we don't half have some laughs in our house), it makes sense when you consider that the hero of the day was a man of unfeasibly magnficent highlights which had been temporaily blackened by the infernal subway smoke. If ever someone needed a wee touch up by Robbie, it was our man Gabe.
I'm also a little confused. Were we supposed to think that Gabriel mounted a one-man rescue operation because he's just that kind of heroic guy, or was it an attempt to impress his new 'girlfriend? I really hope it's the former. Besides, who would do such a thing to win over a new love? If it had been me, I would have wowed Leyla by reciting relevant sections of Health and Safety Legislation by way of explaining why, regrettably on this occasion, I couldn't step in to help. She would have been putty in my hand after that.
I enjoyed Stevie's impromptu little love nest at Murray and Gina's. I guess it would have just been too horrific for the young lovers to go anywhere near the conjugal bed which is any case was probably strewn with well-thumbed mountaineering and catering mags. And I reckon Jack probably sneaks in there when he gets wind that the house is empty for the weekend. Just to lay his scent which, as we know, Gina finds hard to resist.
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