This one is all about Mimi, the boss lady of the Irish mob on Chatsworth Estate. Back in the day there was the other Paddy, a bigger fish even that Paddy Maguire. Now he’s out of jail and has business to discuss with Mimi’s Paddy. Paddy Maguire is so nervous, he almost chokes on a cashew nut in the Jokey. It’s our Frank who’s Paddy’s guardian angel that saves his life. From the start of his meet with other Paddy, Paddy’s off on the wrong foot. A drink at the Jokey is his first stop, but other Paddy’s really hoping Paddy set up a woman for him. They walk into the pub, other Paddy admires sexy kitten Karen (as we all do), but seeing Mimi from behind, he asks “It’s not her, is it? A rhino on a joy bag?” Unwittingly, other Paddy sets off marital crises at the Maguires as Mimi spirals into a self-loathing depression, certain her Paddy can’t love her the size she is. There’s nothing her Paddy can do, she throws him out, and in his desperation he ties and gags other Paddy up, for Mimi to finish off as a make up gift. After the situation spirals even further out of control, Mimi and Paddy bond over who is more willing to kill other Paddy out of love for the other. But what business did he have to discuss with Paddy anyway? Other Paddy is retiring, off to Cyprus, wanting to sell Paddy one of his patches to go with some of the others the Maguires stole from him while he was in jail. After all that happened, he’ll ask somebody else!
Meanwhile, Lip has returned to Nottingham University, Ian is hoping to shag up with Carl’s teacher, Carl is hoping to score some girls, Debbie is worried Monica might steal her room, and Liam is becoming a little pyromaniac just like Marty. Outside, Monica’s ex-girlfriend Norma is dealing with a rodent plague, while at the Maguires Shane’s python eats Mimi’s puppy dog and Mick is determined to prove he’s a hard working man, living in his pink Cadillac, sure no one knows he’s gay. “It’s not pink! It’s fuchsia!” Definitely homo. The show is still wicked smart and uproariously funny. Yet it is getting progressively more difficult keeping track of all the characters. I didn’t even mention the idiotic scene at Yvonne’s local shop with the moronic police force, or Mandy’s well-meaning attempt to resolves the Maguires’ crisis. This lack of focus hinders maintaining the audience’s interest in all the various characters. Many, in fact, remain no more than caricatures. The beauty of the series, at first, I felt was its portrayal of the British underclass, drinking and cursing, fucking and fighting, but still managing to get by, by sticking together. There was a bittersweet sordid sense of humor through all the drama, but it was easy to relate to the Gallaghers. Now, I just miss Fiona and Steve, Kev and Veronica; Marty and Sheila are gone, and so is Lip. What is left is mostly meaningless fun at the expense of the criminally poor and the criminally insane.
Meanwhile, Lip has returned to Nottingham University, Ian is hoping to shag up with Carl’s teacher, Carl is hoping to score some girls, Debbie is worried Monica might steal her room, and Liam is becoming a little pyromaniac just like Marty. Outside, Monica’s ex-girlfriend Norma is dealing with a rodent plague, while at the Maguires Shane’s python eats Mimi’s puppy dog and Mick is determined to prove he’s a hard working man, living in his pink Cadillac, sure no one knows he’s gay. “It’s not pink! It’s fuchsia!” Definitely homo. The show is still wicked smart and uproariously funny. Yet it is getting progressively more difficult keeping track of all the characters. I didn’t even mention the idiotic scene at Yvonne’s local shop with the moronic police force, or Mandy’s well-meaning attempt to resolves the Maguires’ crisis. This lack of focus hinders maintaining the audience’s interest in all the various characters. Many, in fact, remain no more than caricatures. The beauty of the series, at first, I felt was its portrayal of the British underclass, drinking and cursing, fucking and fighting, but still managing to get by, by sticking together. There was a bittersweet sordid sense of humor through all the drama, but it was easy to relate to the Gallaghers. Now, I just miss Fiona and Steve, Kev and Veronica; Marty and Sheila are gone, and so is Lip. What is left is mostly meaningless fun at the expense of the criminally poor and the criminally insane.
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