Nothing beats the sight of bruvvers in bovver.
Memories of a right old ruck in Spain are fading, so another setback for EU relations was long overdue.
This time, the marauding Mitchells tagged along as Ian tracked down Cindy in Italy, with the help of girl gumshoe Ros.
While Ros favoured the softy-softly approach, Grant and Phil wanted to steam in, grab Ian's kids and have them back in Walford in time for Blue Peter.
But there was a problem - they were stuck in jail, sleeping off their hangovers after the England-Italy World Pool Final ended in a pub punch- up.
What followed was one of those classic bruvverly exchanges we've come to know and love.
Grant: "This is like the old days - waking up not knowing where you are."
Phil: "We're in jail."
Grant: "You know wot I mean."
With Kath on his case, jail - and Grant's attempts at marriage guidance - proved to be too much for Phil.
He moaned:"Just what I need. Banged up in an Italian nick and being psychoanalysed by someone wiv the IQ of a bleedin' banana."
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|Publication:||Daily Record (Glasgow, Scotland)|
|Date:||Nov 12, 1997|
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