Mickey: Phil's with her? How! Jack: She was snatched off the road...Phil was there... Mickey: *looks suspicious* Do you wanna tell me what Phil was doing there? Jack: I asked him to look into things. I know what you're thinking Mickey, but if someone told me you were dodgy, what would you expect me to do? Nothing!?

Mickey: Guv, we need to lose DC Sim... Jack: Why? Mickey: Well you know why! DI Manson brought her over from Stafford Row...We don't want her compromised

Mickey: I'm sorry about DI Manson Jack: Well don't be sorry until there's something to be sorry for. I might not be as close to him as I was to you, but I trust him just the same. Mickey: Well I wouldn't trust me guv...I don't work for you anymore.

Neil: At some point, we're going to have to start trusting one another again. Phillipa: Yeah, well that has to be planned. Neil: There's such a thing as forgiveness. Phillipa: Oh and were always so good at that, weren't you Neil! Oh this is ridiculous, I don't care what you say, I'm going to report that probe. Neil: *sees the NCS Mob* Phillipa! Wait! Mickey: Mrs Manson, I have a warrant to search these premises for money and correspondance. Neil: Mickey, you know she's a lawyer. You start making false accusations and you'll regret it. Mickey: It's not your wife we're interested in Neil, it's you. Neil: Sneaking in the back way...I wouldn't have thought that was your style, DS Webb. Mickey: Well, with respect sir, given your position, we thought it would be more discreet. Neil: Does er, this look familiar? *passes the bug to Mickey* Mickey: *looks at the bug* No idea what you're talking about. Neil: Yeah, right.

Liz: 5 thousand pounds in used notes hidden under your sons mattress...how much pocket money does he get, I wonder. Neil: All I know is it isn't mine. Mickey: Then who's is it? Neil: Dunno. Mickey: Your wife's? Neil: You'd have to ask her. It's not very characteristic though, she tends to put it in the bank... Liz: Would you say you had a good marriage, Mrs Manson. DCI Brice: What was the name of that PC he was in the sack with? She was an undercover journalist wasn't she? Phillipa: No comment. Mickey: How did you know Julie had been hurt? Phillipa: No comment. Mickey: But you did know... Phillipa: Do you want me to read my statement back? A little slower this time?

Mickey: Guv, if you don't mind me saying, one of your strengths as a DCI is the loyalty you display to all your officers.

Jack: Neil Manson's my DI Mickey: Face it, Guv, he's bent. He couldn't have a bigger flashing light on him if he tried. Mickey: You think it’s me? Is that why you're here? You’re investigating me? Jack: Well? Mickey: Everything points to Manson... I cannot believe you wanna lump this in me. You got any idea how that makes me feel? Jack: How did you know that Neil was at Cassidy's flat? Mickey: I'm not at liberty to tell ya, even if I wanted to. Jack: So what are you doing here? Mickey: I'm here to see a priest. Jack: What do you want a priest for? Mickey: This is my fiancées church. We're getting married. And you just crossed yourself off the guest list. Get used to it will you, Its Manson. You think otherwise, you prove it.

Jack: Mickey… Mickey: Nobody even calls me Mickey anymore, my names Michael. DCI Brice: Did you have any idea it was Liz Mickey: No of course I didn't. What... What is this? What do you take me for? *storms out* Jack: What was all that about. DCI Brice: She's not just a colleague. Liz Garret is Michael's fiancée. Mickey: Why Liz, Why? Liz: Do you think I wanted this? Mickey: Tell me why though? Liz: McGowan helped me once. I owed him, I had no choice. Mickey: Why didn't you come to me? I could have helped you. Liz: Because I love you. I couldn't drag you into this. You're separate from all of this. Mickey: But this is murder. Two people have died now. Liz: Do think I wanted it to get to this. Please understand me. Jack: Mickey, it’s an NCS collar. Do you want it? Mickey: No, I can't. *walks away*

Mickey: Y'know something Jack. I really thought I'd found her. The one for me. I really did Jack: Well, if there was anything I could say Mickey: I know, you would. *throws rings in river*

Phil: Cindy had her car trashed last night, she reckons it was a fireman right - he thought the car was mine. Mickey: *Chuckling* You ain’t been knocking off a fireman's bird 'av ya? Phil: No! I mean, none that I know of...and definitely not recently! Look I'm a changed man now alright? Juliet: *Chuckling* Tell that to the fireman!

Mickey: All the flats that are involved have been sold in the last 6 months. Now who would have access to the keys or the alarm codes? Alex: Estate Agent. Mickey: Bullseye. Alex: If you nick an Estate Agent, Mickey, I'll put you in for a commendation. Mickey: I wasn't able to do an inventory, I was busy trying not to get my face smashed in. Craig: Mickey! That's a Senior Officer you are speaking too! Mickey: I was busy trying not to get my face smashed in, SIR! Craig: MICKEY!

Smithy: *lifting drugs out a pram* "Makes a change from a cuddly toy"

Dan Casper: I thought if i just left it, it would just go away! Gina Gold: Where? Never Never Land?

Dan: “Have you seen her today, she’s like Godzilla on crack."

Smithy: Right, the car details have been circulated, I just need to find out what happened from you… Louise: Must we? Smithy: *pauses* ...Right, let's start again shall we? I'm Sgt Smith, from Sun Hill, and you are...? Louise: *sighs* Louise Roberts… Smithy: There, see - wasn't that painful, was it Miss Roberts. Smithy: And what are you doing in Sun Hill? Louise: Just passing through. Smithy: In a multi storey carpark? Louise: That's right... Louise: You're not going to find the car, so I don't know why we're bothering... Smithy: Amazingly, they do turn up...and we'd like to find it, it's our job. It'd be a little bit easier if we turned up and everyone said 'oh no, don't bother finding my expensive motor that's just been nicked by some bloke'. So what happened? Smithy: Did he say anything? Louise: Maybe. Nothing worth publishing. Smithy: Age… Louise: Who knows? 17, 18? Smithy: *grins* Who knows, without cutting their heads off and counting the rings, it's difficult to tell, ain't it...

Leela: ...after he pulled a knife on her. Smithy: He what! She didn't mention that...but then again, there's a lot she hasn't mentioned. Smithy: Well, we can't hang around here all day waiting for her to say something, so let's go rattle her cage. Smithy: And now, your number? Louise: Do we have to? Smithy: Well yeah, I might have some other questions that you don't want to answer. Smithy: Sometimes it's the smallest details about someone that tells us the most. Louise: And what do the small details tell us about you Sergeant Smith? Let's see, for a start you're not married. Smithy: *raises his left hand* Well that's not exactly difficult, is it. Louise: You don't live with anyone either... Smithy: How'd you know that? Louise: Because you're wearing slightly too much aftershave, too much for the inside of a small car anyway. A woman would be sensitive to that, when she kissed you goodbye in the morning, she'd tell you that. Am I right? Smithy: ...Possibly. Louise: That means yes. So what else do we know? You're late twenties, doing pretty well to be a Sergeant by now. Local boy from the accent. I expect you've got a smart, bare little flat somewhere not too far from here. Big widescreen telly, but not much else. Not much clutter, white walls, sanded floors...which you did yourself cos you couldn't afford that nice laminate stuff. Smithy: What is this? Changing Rooms? Louise: And no partner. Smithy: You don't know that. Louise: You're dedicated to your job. That's why you made Sergeant. Because you've got nothing else to worry about. Apart from going to the gym. Maybe twice a week by the look of you. Smithy: Oh, thank you. Louise: You've had relationships. But let's face it, work just gets in the way... Smithy: Do you fancy a job in CID? Louise: You couldn't afford me. Louise: *returns to the car clutching just one coffee* Smithy: ...No thanks, I'm fine… Louise: Okay… Smithy: No that I think of it, it makes sense that you're not bothered about the car. It don't matter, not to people like you. Louise: People like me? And who are they? Smithy: People with money. Now I bet you're married to a *very* wealthy man...Now take those boots. They're at least three hundred quids worth... Louise: They were in a sale and I paid for them with my own money... Smithy: I bet you've never even done the housework. Or the washing up come to think of it... Louise: Why's that? Smithy: Look at your nails. And then there's your hair...That's at least once a week, and it'd take longer than a lunch hour, so - you've got some leisure time, which means you don't work, which means it's paid for by a wealthy bloke. Louise: Assistance? They're only kids. Smithy: Yeah, with knives and they're prepared to use them. I'm not stupid like you! Smithy: Put your seatbelt on. Louise: It's creasing my coat... Smithy: It'd do more than that if you went through the window screen. Louise: Thank you so much for caring. Smithy: Yeah, I don't. I just don't want the paperwork. Reg: Sarge, she's a bit of alright ain't she? Smithy: Not when you're stuck in a car with her she's not...

Louise: I could always cry... isn't that meant to melt the judges heart? Smithy: *rolls his eyes* Leela: Spoilt little rich girl with too much money Smithy: Yeah, you're probably right... Leela: Nice looking though... Smithy: Not really my type. Smithy: ...Leela? Can I ask you something? Erm, my aftershave… *clears his throat* Is it a bit strong? Leela: *looks confused* Maybe just a bit. Smithy: ...Right *walks off* Tony: Could you just carry on with the statement please, *looks at Smithy* I'm enthralled... Smithy: *nods*

Smithy: We get accused of all sorts... Louise: Like what? Smithy: I'm sure you know what I mean... Louise: Well I'm sure I wouldn’t accuse you of anything, we're on the same side aren't we? Smithy: You sure about that? Louise: *sees Smithy looking at a picture* You like it? Smithy: Actually I prefer the poster of that tennis bird scratching her bum but... Louise: You are joking, aren't you? Smithy: You spotted that...well done... Louise: I just don't want to appear in court, it's not me... Smithy: Well I'm sure Mr Larson will buy you a new outfit if that's what you're worried about... Smithy: ...not some phony like you. Louise: *excuse* me? Smithy: You're nothing, love - noone! All you've done is married well, so don't give yourself any airs and graces, cos you're no better than me! Smithy: And all of this! It's not yours, you're just a spoilt pampered little pet!

Smithy: Morning... Louise: It's time you were out of here... Smithy: Don't I get a good morning kiss, or something? Well how about a nice cup of rosy then? Louise: No! Smithy: Why not? Louise: Because, now come on... Smithy: What's the rush? Louise: I've gotta get going, and so do you! Smithy: If you've got time...*wraps his arms around her waist* we could er… Louise: No!

The Bill, S19:E119 (2003)

we’ve come full circle boys !!

new short king pictures just dropped.

Can't stress how much I need a song from them

she is angelic

from @/julienlovedog on twitter!

Pizza pizza

CONCERT REVIEW: BOYGENIUS W/ CARLY RAE JEPSEN AND ILLUMINATI HOTTIES AT PNE AMPHITHEATRE - JULY 28, 2023

In 1964, The Beatles played at the PNE fairgrounds to a screaming, euphoric crowd. Nearly 60 years later, it’s time for Paul and John to move over. Lucy Dacus, Phoebe Bridgers and Julien Baker – collectively known as boygenius – brought a show to the PNE Amphitheatre for the new generation. The crowd, artists, and overall atmosphere had an energy that The Beatles could only wish for in the modern age. Enthusiasm, creative outfits, and cheers aplenty filled the air all evening long. This night truly demonstrated “boygeniusmania.”

Opening the evening were illuminati hotties. The LA-based quartet is fronted by audio engineer and producer Sarah Tudzin, who worked on boygenius’ debut album The Record. Their set was short and sweet, bringing a lot of punk energy to warm the crowd up. “It’s good to be up here, Vancouver. I love it,” Sarah told us halfway through. “Tim Horton, watch out, wherever you are. This is a brand new song, it’s called Truck.” With that, they launched into their latest single with rather biting, sarcastic lyrics, released just last week. 

The group has a captivating stage presence. They give the feeling of a close-up set in an intimate DIY venue, while playing to a crowd of thousands. I appreciate their music type – a mix of indie folk and straight punk. It’s rapid with a stripped-down feel, but also loud and hard enough to grab your attention (they self-describe it as “tenderpunk”). The set was full of soft and smooth licks with bitter lyrics and expressive, diverse vocals. More than one member took turns on the mic, the singing ranging from sad and sympathetic to angry and fierce. They really hyped us up early on, and were a perfect complement to the musical style of boygenius.

“I could use your help on this next one,” Sarah asked. “But I’ll teach it to you in case you don’t know it.” She launched into a rendition of “freequent letdown” with a pessimistic (and punk) vibe. (“I’m always letting everyone down, I’m always letting everyone know I’m down.”) The crowd was into it, and we all sang along to the chorus. By the end of their set, illuminati hotties had gotten the crowd cheering and moving, pumped for what was to come. 

This was a special night for Mission’s own Carly Rae Jepsen. In addition to being a hometown show, it was an album release party. Carly’s latest, The Loveliest Time, had just been released that day. As a longtime Carly fan, I was curious as to what the setlist would look like. How many brand new songs? How much old material? In the end she played four tracks from the new record, including the lead single “Shy Boy.” I was happy to hear “All That” – a slightly deep cut from 2015’s E•MO•TION.

Carly is best known for her dance pop style. However, many of the songs she played were on the slower, mellow side. Her soft, smooth voice introduced “Western Wind” as “a song I wrote in California about missing home in Canada,” naturally leading to applause. Then the tempo switched – “Time to turn it up!” Carly exclaimed, launching into “Psychedelic Switch.” This was my personal favourite of the new album songs. It was even named Best New Track by Pitchfork this week. I’m glad it made its way into the set.

About halfway through came Carly’s signature song. One of the most successful singles of all time, the entire crowd was jumping and singing along to that 2012 classic, “Call Me Maybe.” She went into the audience near the front for this one. Many phones were out to capture the moment. The energy was palpable, and kept going for the catchy and repetitive “I Really Like You.” This was a double punch (“just to send the message home”) paired with “Want You in My Room.” We were near the end now and the high energy songs had taken over. The big finale was “Cut to the Feeling” – a summer single released between albums that ended up being the most danced to of her whole set. There’s something special and extra fun about that one, particularly on a sunny Friday evening.

Carly was joined by backup dancers and a full band, her dancers really enhancing the choreography. As a trio they synced, they waved, and they really made a flash on stage. I’ve seen Carly in the past and was a little disappointed she didn’t have more banter with the audience—I’m not even sure she mentioned her new album. There were no outfit changes or flag waving or anything like that, though I understand time was a factor. Similarly, I was surprised she didn’t do an encore. 

As boygenius took the stage (to the classic anthem “The Boys Are Back In Town”), the crowd could probably be heard from the next town over. We got to see them perform “Without You Without Them” on camera backstage before making their way to our viewpoint—a cool gimmick that only built hype further.

“What universe is this?” Phoebe asked us. “It doesn’t make sense we saw Carly Rae Jepsen and then played after her. And Sarah from illuminati hotties helped make the record!” It was clear the headliners were just as thrilled about the talented lineup as the audience was. In addition to great music, the trio brought a lot of passion and genuineness to their set. They have a lot of fun performing and a special bond as friends and coworkers captured in their music and live set. You can’t fake that kind of synergy and talent. It translates to a great show and a feeling of beauty beyond words. 

The group only has one album and an EP so far, and the setlist consisted of almost all their material. It was a mixture of slow and fast throughout. Each of the three ladies have their own unique style, whether playing soothing violin or shredding a guitar hard. And they come together to create something even better than the sum of their parts. It was a unique, amazing experience seeing all this camaraderie live. Their music and live show goes beyond words, better in person than studio. 

I was curious as to if we’d hear any solo tracks from the artists. Indeed, Lucy, Julien, and Phoebe each performed one of their own songs in succession towards the end. “Who likes boyfriends? We do… How many boyfriends here are feeling scared right now?” Phoebe quipped before the group launched into a song about boyfriends with the same name. 

We were politely instructed to put our phones away close to the end “just for this one song,” and the whole crowd obliged. It was simply vibing and a present, tech-free existence for the somber “Letter to an Old Poet.” The final track of the set was “Not Strong Enough,” one of their most popular songs that everyone sung along to. I’ve rarely seen a crowd so engrossed in a chorus, singing of being always an angel and never a god.

“This is the best crowd in the world,” Phoebe told us to finish. “This doesn’t feel real. Thank you for being here.” It’s funny, as I and most of the audience could have said the same thing to Phoebe and her cohorts. It was surreal. 

These ladies are leading the scene, packing a house and just killing it on stage. Although their gender and identity is closely associated with their image, the members of boygenius have resented being individually labeled “women in rock.” Female is not a genre, and the band’s formation came from the three being personal friends with each other rather than competition. This was demonstrated in abundance Friday night and boygenius is a band that I’d bet against any touring group today. This night proved that rock is back, bigger and better than ever.

Written by: Cazzy Lewchuk

Nah but if CRJ doesn't play Julien when she opens for boygenius and do some cute dance or harmony or SOMETHING with Julien during it??? Even for at least one night? I will riot lol

Lilian Garcia 💞

Some more quotes from around series 18/19/20

They seem to be more Smithy (what a surprise!) Gina, Mickey and Dan than most...!

Jack: "Since I'm coming with you I'll drive." Mickey: "There's no need for that!" Jack: "Look - I don’t wanna pull rank on you! Get your jacket!" Jeff Simpson: It feels very invasive having the contents of your wallet photocopied. Mickey: Well you'll live - unlike some!

Gina "There was a time I could drink any officer under the table. You ask the Super at Barton Street, I've still got the scars to prove it. Alright, hands up, you win, there's a good girl. Now, call us a cab." Smithy *giggles drunkenly* "You're a cab" Smithy "Ahh but you've never taken on a Dale Smith before have you?" Receptionist "Can I see your ID again please?" Smithy *annoyed* "You can take a photocopy if you want!" Debbie "In future Smithy, when I make a decision about a C.I.D case, I'd like you to give me the professional courtesy not to question it." Smithy "I wasn't questioning it. You were wrong!" Smithy (to snotty receptionist) Thanks for your help! *walks off muttering* "It's good to know the NHS is in such safe hands" *After seeing Cam and Kerry hug* Smithy: Oi Oi! *Smithy leaning against the front desk - tries to escape as Mr Lovett enters* Mr Lovett: Hey - I want to report a crime!! Smithy: *mutters* I thought you might . . . The old squirrels been digging up your lawn again have they Mr Lovett?! Mr Lovett: Don't you be flippant with me, sunshine!!

Cam: Kerry helped me out … Smithy: I bet she did! There's nothing they like more then to catch us with our defenses down, makes us easy targets. As long as she didn't take advantage… Cam: Thanks for your concern Sarge, but she didn’t. She wouldn’t… Smithy: No? Well you obviously don't know Kerry that well *walks off* Smithy: *leant against the wall holding Andrew - DS McAllister’s son's - hand* Well I don't usually go a lot for kids but er . .he's quite handsome ain't he! Debbie: Would you mind having. . . Smithy: Nah - you're alright! *Talking bout Des and Reg* Gina: Des was his hero! Smithy: Yeah - who recently tried to kill him! *Smithy and Reg are guarding Niamh's body in the Chapel Of Rest - a security guard is patrolling - they think it's Des. Smithy charges at him and pushes him against the wall, pinning his arms behind his back* Reg: LEAVE IT . . TURN AROUND . . . *Smithy makes the bloke turn round* It's the security guard Sarge! Smithy: *Innocently* Is it!? . . .*lets go* Oh - sorry mate . . . your boss said he was gonna cancel you for tonight! Security Guard: Did he? Smithy: Yeah . . still er. . . no hard feelings eh . . . *slaps him on the back* Smithy: "So the brief says to this probationer 'Was that a yes or a no officer?' and as he opened his mouth to speak he threw up all over the witness box." Gabriel: "That probationer wasn't you was it Sarge?" Smithy: "Very funny." Kerry: "Des is just upset because the kid blew him a kiss before driving off." Dale: "Awww!" Des: "Very funny!" Kerry: "Men and their emotions!" *Arches eyebrow and walks off leaving Dale glaring.* Debbie: "Anything interesting?" Mickey: "Well if you get off on checking phone records yes." Juliet: "She's in a good mood" Mickey: "She's always like that when someone tries to pull her." Juliet: "Really?" Mickey: "Yeah - last night apparently." Juliet: "Anyone we know?" Mickey: "Well with Debbie McAllister’s choice in men it could be any number of psychotics." Juliet: "Oh come on, that's a bit unfair isn’t it?" Mickey: "She's always coping off with nutters. Husband ended up shooting himself. Juliet: "Yeah - I heard something about that." Mickey: "Tom Chandler was as sick as they come. But Debbie - she couldn’t get enough of it." Juliet: "Debbie was married to Superintendent Chandler?" Mickey: "Yeah. I don't know who I felt sorry for sorry for the most till the Super shot himself. Juliet: "Wow!" Mickey: "Anyone who gets involved with Debbie McAllister needs their head testing!"

Mickey: *bout Christmas* “I’m sure you had a lovely time with your family at Christmas. But some of us used to dread that poxy tree going up every year. Do you know, all it meant to me was me old man hitting me mother, me mother hitting me old man, and poor little old me on all fours hiding behind the sofa, begging them to stop. Happy bloody Christmas eh?!” *Kid noses in a folder Smithy: "You alright there?" Kid: "Erm, I'm, looking for PC Taviner" Smithy: *Closes folder* "Well you ain't gonna find him in there are ya?" *About the kid that steals the area car* Dale: "He left bout 20 minutes ago." Des: "Didn't you think of holding him till I got back?" Dale: "What for? Visiting a police station in a built up area?"

Man: (in hospital that Mickey and Duncan are visiting) Come on - get us a nurse lads? Mickey: (walking of with Duncan) Breaks your heart, dunnit Man: I heard that!

*Kerry trying to flirt* Kerry: *Sees hole in Dale’s uniform* “Aww look, you’ve ripped your uniform” Dale: “Yeah I did it on a fence. Don’t do that, you’ll make the hole bigger” Kerry: “Got someone who can mend it for you?” Dale: “I can sew” Kerry: “Well show me when you’ve done it, I’ll give you marks out of ten” *Kerry’s continued attempts to flirt, and Smithy’s first response.* Kerry: “Work smarter not harder, isn’t that what you say Sarge?” Dale: “I don’t appreciate it being quoted back at me though” Kerry: “What even when I’m right?” Dale: “Especially when you’re right” Kerry: “You should take it as a compliment Sarge; it means I listen to you!” Dale: “Nah, look, you’ve been working really well all round lately. Focused, intelligent. It’s good to see. Kerry: “As opposed to what? Earlier?” Dale: “Accentuate the positives.” Kerry: “You what?” Dale: “I’m simply swapping compliments with you PC Young; in fact, I may go as far as taking you out for a drink tonight. What do you think?” Kerry: “Don’t you have to ask me first?” Dale: *Rolls his eyes and clears his throat* OK, “Would you, like to come out for a drink with me? And I don’t mean with half the relief this time. Just you and me” Kerry: “When?” Dale: “Tonight.” Kerry: “Love to, yeah” Smithy: "I wonder if the Inspector would think it a good idea to go behind your Sergeants back?" Kerry: "Probably not!" Kerry: "You're down here cos you fancy me" Dale: "You don’t know what you're talking about!" Kerry: "Big brave solider Smithy. The only thing he can't handle is his own emotions. You're such a cliché mate, it’s laughable!" *Kerry starts to undress* Dale: "What you doing?" Kerry: "This is what you're after isn’t it?" Dale: "You what?" Kerry: "Sex without any strings." Dale: "You're behaving like a slag!" Kerry: "Oooh I love it! You treat me like a slag. But you don’t want me to behave like one. Tell me to stop." Dale: *Eyes her warily* "You're making a fool of yourself." Kerry: "Do you want me to stop? I will if you tell me to" *She pulls Smithy's tie off as he grabs her arm. Dale: "I've told ya" *She kisses him* Kerry: "Come on Sarge" Mickey: (To Jim) You’re their FLO. Shouldn’t you be washing up or something Mickey: Maybe it was Jack the Ripper, come back to terrorise the Larkmead Shopping Centre. Smithy to Des "No, I agree with Reg. If you want a pink panda sweetheart you can have one" Des "I don't want one!" *coy* "it's not my colour..."

Smithy: (to Andrea) We're like two lost souls on a boat. Andrea: what boat's that then? Smithy: I've got no idea... listen, listen Andrea: What? Smithy: It's not the size of the vessel... Andrea: No, don't say it! Smithy: but it's the motion of the ocean

Gabriel: Wonder where we'd have gone for my stag party... Smithy: *mutters* Some dive probably... Gabriel: Well it's usually the best man's job isn't it....and that'd probably have been you. Gabriel: I got jealous some times....it was always Smithy this, and Smithy that...and I was like yeah, alright Kerry... Smithy: Alright Gabriel...

Andrea (about Gabriel): You know he's covering something up Smithy Smithy: Well, that makes two of you

Roger: That could have been the shortest stint I've ever seen. Squished like a cat on your first day. Dan: You're all heart Roger: Oh, Me? I'm famous for it.

Smithy: *to Gina* But I forgot! You don't need any help from anyone, ever, do ya! Gina: ....I haven't got the big support network to fall back on! Smithy: The irony is that you have! You just won't let them!

Jack: Well you might think he's corrupt. But I know my officers. Liz: You didn't know about his affair with Andrea Dunbar... Mickey: The point is, he's married to the prosecution barrister. Jack: So? Liz: Which makes him uniquely placed. Mickey: His marriage his rocky. His mistress is dead. Liz: He's at home, feeling sorry for himself. Mickey: McGowan comes along, offers him a nice juicy bung. Liz: Manson uses his wife to gain access to the witness, who suddenly decides to clam up on us. Jack: This is all conjecture. Liz: It's a theory. For which we need evidence. Mickey: Which is where you come in, Guv. It would make things easier round here if we could have your co-operation. There's a couple of Neil Manson's cases we'd like to look into, for evidence of corruption. *Phil knocks* Alright Phil? Phil: Hello Mickey! Jack: Just excuse me a minute will you? Phil...*takes him outside* Did you know about Neil and PC Dunbar? ....Did you? Phil: *looks awkward before nodding* What's this about? Jack: We've got the national crime squad in there making a fool out of me and this department. Liz: *walks out and looks at them* Just going to get a coffee... Jack: I'm just off to the gents, *to Phil* I think you'll find you need to go too

Mickey: Guv Neil: Hello Mickey. What're you guys up to? Jack: *quickly* Shouldn't you be enjoying your time off? You're not going to have any when you get back here.

Carly Rae Jepsen - "Call Me Maybe" PARODY ft 

me x seeing my favs in person oh my god im gonna cry i miss them so much

Happy Faire Friday!

With faire season just a week away, I thought it might be fun to revisit some of my favorite captured moments from past shenanigans. ^^ (Nighttime edition coming soon.)

Can't wait to create new memories!!!

I hope you all have a fantastic weekend.

Thank you to Liv F.H. for helping to capture a few of these moments. ❤️

Credits: Emma Rockenbeck, Alexis Baker, Rae, @unicorn-shieldmaiden, Loni D Fairman, Mumma Archer, Ila Faubion, and Anthony Orange. 

We're so excited to have Meg and Vince Baker AND Rae Nedjadi (@temporalhiccup) together to talk Powered by the Apocalpyse for Splat 5!