It’s 1979. There’s a rumour on the Ballybeen Estate that the British army is behind the new mobile laundry service, which according to Big Sandra is... “awful good of them, it’s not as if they haven’t enough to do”.

Marty says they can tell if you’re a terrorist by the state of your underwear.

Wee Jim reckons that if that’s the case Spacebucket’s Ma should be in Long Kesh.

Oh, and there’s a new girl in the flats, she’s arrived in “The Been” just at the same time as puberty, which doesn’t bode well. Sammy can’t understand why anyone would want to throw a sausage up Royal Avenue.

They’re back, Sammy, Marty, Wee Jim and Spacebucket, roaming Ballybeen, the biggest housing estate in western Europe, in the sequel to the outrageous sell out stage play GUY MITCHELL’S DOG’S DEAD, PASS IT ON.

Parental Advisory: Adult language, sexual references.