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The gang were sat in the Quinn household's sitting room, watching a take that performance.
Orla was sat on the chair in the corner, blowing air at Sarah who was attempting to tan whilst Erin, Michelle, Clare and James were squished onto the sofa as Esme sat on the floor in front of Erin who was plaiting Esme's hair.
"God almighty, I don't know what the world's coming to" Joe snarled "Bloody perverts"
"You're overreacting, Da" Mary said
"Overreacting? That lad's got no trousers on, for Christ sake" Joe scoffed
"He has a great set of pins on him, doesn't he?" Sarah observed
"For God's sake will you close that window, we're foundered here" Mary growled
"I need aired, Mary" Sarah stated"I've five layers on me"
"Five layers? What are you trying to do? Change race?" Mary asked
"Give us a going over with the hairdryer, will you?" Sarah asked
"Indeed I will not" Mary scowled "I've enough to be at"
Joe stared at the TV, looking disgusted at the performance happening.
"Why do they keep touching themselves?" Joe asked angrily
"Because they're artists, Granda" Erin said "That's what they do"
"Dirty English bastards is what they are" Joe said before turning to James with a sigh "No offence son".
Much to everyone's dismay, Joe switched the channel over to the news channel, making everyone shout their protests.
SDLP leader John Hume has again called for cross party peace talks
The gang sighed, as they watched the TV but paid little attention to the boring news.
"John's really dying for peace, like, isn't he? It's all he ever goes on about" Sarah said "I hope it works out for him"
"Aye, I sort of hope it works out for all of us, Sarah" Mary said.
Gerry walked into the sitting room, his car keys in his hand as everyone stared up at him with wide eyes.
"Come on, girls, time to hit the road here" Gerry said "You've been roped into going too then, son?"
"Roped in? Hardly" Esme scoffed
"He's riding Gary Barlow" Michelle said
"I am not! I just respect him as a songwriter, that's all" James argued
"Aye, dead on, James, so you do" Erin smirked
"Uh, will we need our passports, Gerry?" Orla asked
