Crapston Villas

Sophie and Jonathan make paltry preparations for the arrival of their new lodger, Flossie. Well, to be honest, Sophie hoovers and Jonathan daydreams. At the Stenson's, Sam and her friend Betty are having fun with the phone and antagonising spotty big brother Woody. And when a gleeful Flossie arrives, her enthusiasm for the delightful urban deprivation she sees all around her is tempered by a mauling from Fatso, the malicious mog.

Marge collapses and Jonathan loses his dope. Woody talks about his success with chicks and Flossie, who looks like she gets fashion advice from both Bet and David Lynch, runs all the way home after being chased by a man.

Flossie bursts in, having been mugged - well, maybe she's twisting the truth a bit. Jonathan's scared the police will find his stash while Marge and Denise plan a night out on the pull. But when her back's turned, Dino and Woody plan their own rave trip and Sam and Betty pop out for a little car thieving on the quiet.

For one fleeting moment, Sam and Betty repent their life of crime. But then the police car passes them by and it's back to delightful delinquency. Marge, meanwhile, has managed to pull big time with the Adonis-like Brad and Robbie's in a flat spin when he's told his mother's coming to stay.

Meet Joe, Jenny and Wali, the squatters who have moved into the basement of Crapston Villas. They may not want to stay too long - Sophie and Jonathan start a marathon row and there's a party going on that's so noisy, Sophie resorts to pulling out the fuse box. Which gives zit-kid Woody a chance to find a girl he can really talk to.

Woody's mortified - he reckons he's been snogging his nan. Marge, though, is delighted that her date is done - she couldn't really see the glamour in a trailer park, even though it was with the absolutely gorgeous Brad. Meanwhile, Robbie is in a state, he's sure his mother will discover his guilty secret at any minute.