HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR STALKER BABY?(STANDING IN THE BEDROOM)
DJ Ross tries to pass off his desperate attempt to snog Martina as a "warm-up". Martina reminds him that she's a retired genital technician, not a warm-up act. DJ Ross says that he's not used to being a loser - takes a while for the penny to drop, doesn't it - and he doesn't understand why Martina is with Adull and not him. It's because Adull is easy to talk to or something. Ran out of care. Sorry.

Meanwhile, Glenn is telling Poline that MMartin really loves her, not Moomin, and all he has to do is destroy the Moomin in order to release himself from her Moomin spell. Poline's face is wonderful, and she kicks Glenn out, but only after Glenn has wandered sorrowfully into the MMoomins' bedroom and fingered Martin's wedding photo poignantly. Later she strops into the Vic and downs a brown liquid in one, and I don't think it's apple juice (actually, it probably was). Martin spends the evening hiding in the caff with Moomin.

Speaking of delusionoid females, Rosie Klebb begins her "I make GlennCloser look quite reasonable" campaign. The lynch mob is still moaning about Demi and Dumber. TriniDad and Jim want to clip them round the ear, but they're scared of Rosie. Minty hobbles off and makes a complaint to the police. Walford Nick must be quiet now that the square is being run by Byrite and his ninja kittens, because two coppers are dispatched immediately to the Dolescums'. Keef claims that his children were brung up proper, but then Rosie finds out and goes ballistic. Off to the pub she storms, yelling about standards and community while everybody just sits there thinking that she looks common.

Meanwhile, Denman's job this episode is to sit at the bar with his girly vodka, mumbling threats at passers-by. St Dot offers pearls of wisdom and a sweet sherry. Denman whines about having to choose between his red hot sister (in somebody's dreams, I suppose), and Teen. Yawn. Well, he can't be that bothered about Teen because he stood her up after she'd arranged a night's boxing for him.

Having slung Glenn's hook, Poline decides that the middle of the night is the perfect time to start cleaning the flourbombs off her door. The phone rings, there's a noise, then MMartin comes home to find Poline unconscious on the garden path. Duh duh daaaaaahhh...