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Grundies Return to Primeval Slime
It’s good to see that the Grundies are being reminded that they are no better than they ought to be. Their raison d’etre has always been a mixture of low level criminality, poor quality workmanship, skiving and skivvying. And in fine Ambridge tradition, we knew that all would be returning to the norm when Ouremma was buying furniture and talking of having their own “perfect” home. Meanwhile the senior Grungies are off to Numero Uno The Green as they finally wave goodbye to Grunge Farm.
If Any of You Have Been Affected by Anything in this Programme…
Yes we are feeling violently ill at the thought of the ghastly Shulugh becoming a vicarette. For a moment our respect for Staring Alan was slightly raised when it appeared he was going to tell her to do one and stop being a self-obsessed cow. But it was too good to be true and a couple of weeks later he was aiding and abetting her in what has to be the most inappropriate career change of the century. What makes her such a good candidate? Her conviction (for taking and driving away), her gratuitous breaking of her marriage vows, her seduction of most male members of the village or her wall to wall sanctimony?
Leonard the Liar
Is there anyone in Borsetshire more boring than Leonard? His ubiquitous calming of waters that should be allowed to be troubled is a source of great irritation. He is of course a liar as we saw when he was about to pass himself off as an artist and that leaves some hope that he may be a devious wrong-un.
New Partner for Tim?
Now that he has been so badly let down by Edweird in his quest to run a business enterprise retailing pesticides wouldn’t Tim do well to get young Freddie on board? He has experience at vending substances that are not entirely legit and may have some useful contacts to grow the business.
Do a favour in memory of a hit and run driver
Many listeners will recall that last year a hit and run driver, Nauseous Nic popped her clogs because Wiwyerm didn’t notice that she was on her last legs. Sadly she never had to face the consequences of leaving Matt Crawford for dead on a dark night, having cheerfully allowed the suspicion to fall on others. Being the weird village that it is, Ambridge is commemorating her demise with a glorified “Bob a job” scheme. By rights the cash raised should go to victims of cowardly hit and run incidents but no one seems to have thought of that.
Lecherous Lee shows his colours
Finally the mask has slipped from the syrupy karate kid, Lecherous Lee. After Hellin made yet another fast and inexplicable exit from an assignation with him, he has shown he is losing his patience, just like Rob Titchener before him. Why Hellin doesn’t just come out with it and say “I think you ought to know that I nearly murdered my husband with a knife” is beyond us. He is sure to understand.
An Everyday Story of Sex and Debauchery
Obviously what goes on in Ambridge is not a story, but the degeneration of this documentary into graphic bulletins of the sex lives of some dreary residents is more than enough to put respectable listeners off their food. In recent months we have had Peep, who is more than happy to put it about with anyone who pops by, albeit that serial shagger Toby is always the default. Then we have had Horny Hannah who is keen to get down to it with anyone on a “mates” basis, anyone except another serial shagger, Jazzer that is. Phallustair Blandvoice gives us a reminder that sex is for life, not just for Christmas by getting it on with Lavinia, who only seems to have arrived in the village to service him. Mercifully Fagash Lil and Justin seem to have cooled their ardour now that they live together. Anarchists fear the next ones will be Hellin and Lecherous Lee, Shulugh helping herself to Philip and Loathsome Lizzie who will probably go for a bit of Russ when Lilly is otherwise engaged.
Throw Away the Key
Drugs are not new in Ambridge and we all remember the disappointment when Jazzer and Edweird recovered from their addiction overnight, but it is good to have our very own toff dealer in Lower Poxley. Nigel would have been proud of Freddy and would undoubtedly have been indulging in a bit of weed himself. We admire Freddy’s entrepreneurial streak but due to the loyal support he is getting from Loathsome we are forced to hope he is in jail for a good long time, getting a regular rogering from his fellow inmates.
70 Year old Fagash gives hope to many
Fagash seemed to undergo quite a transformation from the posh, horsey Lilian Archer that some of us fondly remember. Her first husband, Canadian pilot Lester Nicholson was tragically killed in typically mysterious circumstances and she went onto ensnare Ralph Bellamy and a serious quantity of wonga. They disappeared to the Channel Islands to spend less time with the tax inspectors where Ralph pegged it.
The next we saw of Lilian was reincarnated as Fagash Lil, heavy smoking, heavy drinking and lusting after every male over the age of about 15. Amazingly sshe has just turned 70 and she and Justin are still at it like rabbits. If any Anarchists are still having rampant sex in their 70s we would be very grateful if they would keep it to themselves.