(That’s Irish for Great Party, eh?)
Okay, so Jason and Tina are having their party in their half-renovated apartment. Which was Tina’s idea. Jason’s first thought was a long, candlelit soak. Aaaaaah. I would have picked that, but….
The party is in full swing, with lots of guests. And this happened:
Luke is doing the octopus boogie all over Michelle, who is letting him. This is very entertaining to the factory mob.
David drops by with a new blonde bird called Zoe. They met when David was washing her hair. Graham sidles up to David, trying to up David’s cool factor by calling him “D. Platty”, kinda like P. Diddy. Tina and Jason let David stay.
Graham wants to know how the hell David ever picked up Zoe. Emboldened, he tries a few lines on Natasha.
Sian and Ryan show up and Ryan is bummed that he has to hang out with his mother, much less watch her goose Luke.
Natasha’s insecurities boil over as she is alone at the party, and she comes over to talk to Amber and Darryl. Amber and Darryl keep having the same conversation they were having before she did so.
Theresa is rockin’ some sort of bingo-trash lapdance on a half-asleep geezer.
Rosie shows up and there is a mini-Dynasty catfight with some name-calling both ways along the lines of Michelle has fried eggs for boobs and Rosie’s are puffy and plastic. This ends with Michelle dragging Rosie into the street in a headlock. Fried eggs for boobs. Ha.
Whilst coming out to see this event, Graham manages to step in a steaming pile of dog poop and spends the next part of the evening in the street banging and whacking his shoe to dislodge it. After accusing Natasha of breaking wind to cause the odor. He finally returns to the party in stocking feet.
Julie shows up to see Fiz, whose birthday it is. Being a good new BFF, she coaxes Fiz to get some slap and a dress on, and come to the party. Whereupon Anna Windass decides to make the party into a hen do for Fiz, and her factory mates sing happy birthday to her.
Luke and Michelle leave to find a couch somewhere.
Graham puts his hand on Natasha’s bum.
Theresa, bored with her unconscious consort, hustles Julie into a dance-off. This is shortlived. Sean also gets Jason stripping and dancing, just as a very annoyed Leon shows up. Leon is pissed because Jason is messin’ with his people by giving everyone the impression he is gay. He’s out of the competition.
The party winds down to that stoned, mellow, Pink-Floydy stage where everyone sits on the floor.
Amber confides in Darryl that London is lonely and sort of sucks. She says she’d feel better if Darryl snogged her face off. Which he does. And so does his mother, with the unconscious guy.
In other news:
Chesney continues his open rebellion against Fiz and Stape. Before she left for the party, they had a nasty exchange in which he says he ignored her birthday on purpose, that she has wrecked Kirk’s life and she is blind and stupid. Later, he goes to the Windasses in search of Anna, and finds Gary. Gary lets him in, and they end up in the shed, where Chesney spills the beans about his feelings on the entire subject.
Norris Cole is excited to be the sole proprietor of the Kabin. He removes Rita’s name from over the door, excitedly, but without malice.
Rosie returns home and she and Sophie hang out in their bathrobes trying to pick a movie.
Fiz has come home also, and Maria has a birthday gift for her…she is sad though, and quotes the movie Carousel…something about “when a fella is your fella, it really doesn’t do to bother asking if he’s good or if he’s bad – he’s still your fella…” or something like that. Sucks to be Fiz.