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BAD IDEA, RIGHT?
Now nobody's saying the Chatsworth estate is the garden of Eden...
At least I don't think that are, but it's a good home to us, to me - Frank Gallagher, and me' kids, who I'm proud of, cos every single one of them reminds me of a little of me.
They can think for themselves, which they're me to thank for.
Lip - whose a bit of a gobshite which is why nobody ever calls him Phillip anymore.
Ian - a lot like this 'mam which is handy for the others cos she's disappeared into thin air, and good luck to her!
Carl - we deren't let him grow his hair for two reasons... one - it's stands on end and him look like Toyah and two - nits love it.
Debbie - sent by God, total angel - you've check your change but she'll go miles out of her way to do you a favour
Liam - little rock n roller, gonna be a star once we've got the fits under control...
Fantastic neighbours Kev and Veronica - lend you anything, well, not anything...
Kodi - whose Kev's daughter, bit of a mental one that one, and more now that she's married to a fucking Maguire.
Sheila, me bird, couldn't be happier. One plate short of a full set, like.
Carol and Marty - the lodgers from hell. Last of the lonely hearts and a psychologist's wet dream. Still, nobody's perfect.
But, all of em.. to a man, know first hand and foremost one of the vital necessities in life is.... they know to throw a party.
