How right have we been never to park in Ambridge. The high accident
rate, plus the lurking threat of Alice with a brick, has put many of
us off. Now there’s another reason to keep your wheels away from the
village. A graffiti artist with a grudge and a bucket of paint is at
work, and although some are sympathetic about the cause, the identity
of the phantom dauber remains a mystery. On a happier note, Jazzer
appears to be finding his feet in his role as a kitchen salesman;
presumably none of his potential customers have seen the domestic
arrangements over at Greenacres. Meanwhile, under the Carter roof,
things take a turn for the bitter as Neil tires of Aldridge games.
(So who is the phantom painter?)