What's an aging boyband, with no discernable talent (bar two vocally adept chipmunks with severe sinus issues), to do when they take to the stage for a reunion tour? Beef themselves up to bits, and encase their nethers in hastily fashioned tinfoil so they'll look sparkling beside the hired quasi-attractive lady dancers in bikinis that haven't seen the light of day since Some Like It Hot with good reason. This poor bird is still trying to maintain some level of "Cooee! There's a birrah bum cheek for ya!" sultriness given her drab attire. It seems she took just a trifle too much attention from the boys, leaving Ronan with no option but to forcibly remove her from the stage. This made Stephen happy. In fact, it made all the boys very happy, bar Keet who was veddy, veddy serdious abou' deh whole ting - "Lads, will ya quit cher messin', dis is veddy importint... Shane, do I need to have words wit yew again regeardin' going near de green befoware a performance... Yeah, Stephen, I can crack a smile as it happens. I can also do dis..." Meanwhile, Stephen, relishing the opportunity to paw those nearest to him, said "Here, Ronan, get yer mitts off Mikey for a second; LOOKIT DEH HEAD ON DUFFY!! He's TOTALLY on the howarn for himself. Have... have you been working out?" This reminded Ronan to inform Mikey of a costume change, much to his horror - "Ronan, I look like a bleedin' lemon teapot. I RANG yous while I was in Hollywood to see if yis were workin' out for dis ting and yous said NO! Thank f*** dere's a zip". Much ill-timed dance moves ensued until Keet momentarily broke his 'Blue Steel' to exclaim "There is no way, in the name of Jaysis, I'm going up in that yoke again... LEGGERIT! " Fin.