Ahh the early eighties where we were all convinced to give up our rock solid late 1970s cars, Just like Galloway, in favour of those ever so useless Vauxhall Cavalier world car variants. If only we’d known what a pup we were being sold.
I can feel Brownlow's pain; join the Police to catch Criminals and eventually find yourself sitting amongst a pack of them, only they can get away with it by laughingly calling themselves "Politicians"
OMG! Was there any need for that slap and shouting right at the end?! No wonder she went off with abusive parents like them, poor kid. I know things were different in 1985/6 but surely you would cuddle your kid when they've just been returned to you, not slap em like that
The Dad did shout "You shouldn't hit her!" so at least she's got someone backing her. Hopefully, he filed for divorce and custody and Mum ended up only being able to see her Daughter in a public place for an hour but only with Dad and a Social Worker present, no comprises allowed!
Mrs Richards: "I paid for a room with a view !" Basil: (pointing to the lovely view) "That is Torquay, Madam ." Mrs Richards: "It's not good enough!" Basil: "May I ask what you were expecting to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window ? Sydney Opera House, perhaps? the Hanging Gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically past?..." Mrs Richards: "Don't be silly! I expect to be able to see the sea!" Basil: "You can see the sea, it's over there between the land and the sky." Mrs Richards: "I'm not satisfied. But I shall stay. But I expect a reduction." Basil: "Why?! Because Krakatoa's not erupting at the moment ?"
