How right have we been never to park in Ambridge. The high accident rate, plus the lurking threat of Alice with a brick, has put many of us off. Now there’s another reason to keep your wheels away from the village. A graffiti artist with a grudge and a bucket of paint is at work, and although some are sympathetic about the cause, the identity of the phantom dauber remains a mystery.
On a happier note, Jazzer appears to be finding his feet in his role as a kitchen salesman; presumably none of his potential customers have seen the domestic arrangements over at Greenacres.
Meanwhile, under the Carter roof, things take a turn for the bitter as Neil tires of Aldridge games.
Thanks to LadySusan of The Ambridge Reporter