This week we meander and muse along memory lane, stopping to consider what memories shape us and which memories we would damn well rather forget. Kirsty shudders at the recollection of her swimming costume being flown as a flag on her estate and Rebecca at her skin-coloured knickers being revealed to an onlooking pub. As usual we are educatied by our Butters' contributions - Forget the hospital when you're in need of an enema, aparently just go down a waterslide in spain. Enjoy.