Kelsey’s back in London after a packed few days in Cork, complete with a full pub crawl across the city, her first-ever visit to the Hi-B (where Rebecca’s already been kicked out), and an impromptu limoncello-fuelled dinner at Elbow Lane. There’s drama at Brick Lane involving a bouquet and an awkward moment at the bar, a fierce debate over the proper glassware for a French 75, and a realisation that half the pubs in Cork have somehow slipped under the radar. The love for Beamish runs deep, the respect for phone bans runs deeper.
Meanwhile, Rebecca is entering her hyper-productive era, finishing client work ahead of schedule, saving money with actual self-restraint, and finally cancelling her Wi-Fi (after surviving a baffling phone call with customer service). She’s also booked her first trip with her man, has one eye on Seville, and both feet suffering through a pedicure. The girls also dive into the ever-growing girl tax, from eyebrow laminations and waxing appointments to the hidden hours (and euros) we lose trying to look “put together.” If you’ve ever nearly cried over a sausage roll, dodged a dongle, or had to ring Eir and survive, this is the episode for you.