Kim has just received the kind of frying usually reserved for muzzle-wearing Texan axe murderers on Death Row. And, as we all try not to think of the smell of pork crackling, we see the crispy victim's life flashing before his eyes. However, the only elements of his life played out in this mawkish montage are those of him and Kit swapping spit. Rachel doesn't feature in the slightest. Thankfully, this serious electric shock was a near miss - and Kim is soon sitting up in his hospital bed, enjoying his newfound ability to change the TV channel without using the remote control. He's clearly rattled by his strange visions, though. "What could it all mean?", we shriek, as we throw our arms in the air and stare at the screen. Hugh and cryYou know those days when you'd love to plunge your hands deep into your tellybox and bang some heads together? Yes? Good. Because when you see Hugh and Rachel sniping at each other on the morning that he moves out, you'll gladly risk a Kim-style electric zapping. However, their bickering rapidly turns into a snivelling embrace - and the two of them spring apart sheepishly when Brad sticks his head around the door. Once Hugh has made himself scarce, "Brid" decides to do a spot of probing. "Do you have feelings for him?" he asks. "No!" Rachel screams. That'll be a yes, then.

Meanwhile, Hugh whinges on about the situation to Martha in between gulps of brandy. "I strongly advise you against drowning your sorrows", she hypocritically meeps, before doing a pole dance to cheer him up.

Wheels of misfortune

Stay off the roads! Cassie, who thinks "clutch" can only refer to a kind of handbag, has just got her provisional driving licence - and hedgehogs all over Australia are donning suits of armour in fear. They breathe a sigh of relief when Sally and Brad admit that they're too busy to take Cass out on the road.

However, when Jules drops by and charms Cassie into letting him give her a lesson, they dive back under the bushes quicker than you can say "roadkill". Whose motor will they borrow, though? "We're not taking Brad's car out", Cassie insists.

"There is just no way." Cut to footage of them, down a quiet country lane, with Cassie behind the wheel of the kind of vehicle that could kill a yak at 5mph. That evening, as the sky begins to darken, Brad's car mysteriously gives up the ghost.

But Jules can't think of anything more appealing than being stuck in the middle of nowhere with Cassie overnight. After a little convincing, Cassie and Jules get stuck into some serious kissing! It looks as though a move to the back seat is in order...

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