Shelley is looking for new digs, and lands up at the home of Ted Bishop - where a room is up for rent at a very reasonable cost. The only problem is that developers are closing in on the old man's house. Could Shelley be the perfect lodger to help keep the wrecking ball at bay with his own brand of verbal demolition?

Ted's chances of beating the developers are helped when a TV company come to visit and interview him about his plight. Ted lays on his full poor-old-man act for cameras, but can't help noticing with his one good eye that the female reporter, Sue, just might make a good match for the love-starved Shelley...

Ted's 'old boys' stop by for a visit, and seem to have fun reminiscing about all their past indiscretions. Meanwhile, Shelley seeks some peaceful sanctuary at his new local pub, but finds it a great deal more 'peaceful' than even he'd imagined...

Ted can't help but notice that Shelley seems to be on a lucky streak. With luck like this, where can he go wrong! The betting shop somehow seems to be beckoning... but will Shelley's good run of form still continue?

Shelley's old friend Phil shows up, and in need of a best man for his latest wedding. But it seems that Shelley perhaps was not the first choice best man after all - and the bride maybe has more to hide than the groom...

Shelley is troubled by his recurring and disturbing dream of standing in a supermarket checkout line - and seeks professional help. Following expert analysis, could it be that he finds he is more sane than his psychiatrist?

Shelley isn't entirely enthusiastic about the New Year's Eve celebrations, and plans an early night. However, circumstances seem to conspire against him as Ted's house seems to have an open-door policy...