Wow, I can’t believe we’re already at the end of Season 1! And this episode is a whopper. I love it. And we kick off here with the star of the ep herself, Ashley. First she’s in a red v-neck long sleeve tee, and one of those zigzag headbands – and she’s let her mushroom hair out to breathe. (For the record, I call it a mushroom cut out of total admiration.) She completes the look with some black pants.

And then, for the party, she wears this navy tank, a grey wraparound cardi, a 90s lookin necklace, and a stupid waist apron that she never takes off even though she literally hasn’t cooked anything. But I guess they wanted her to have some kind of pocket to store her drugs in and lord knows women’s clothing don’t have any pockets. Her hair is fluffier than ever and she wears a spot of shimmery eyeshadow on her lids. Oh yeah I also got a shot of her nice grandma nails, holding that little ecstasy pill which she’s about to drop right down her throat to REALLY get the party started. And I can’t help but laugh every time she stumbles out of that bedroom after snogging (which I first tried to spell like ‘schnogging’) Sean. She FINALLY took off the apron, she untied her cardi, and her gigantic purple bra strap is hanging out. (Oh yeah, I’m pretty sure she took off the apron while dancing and spun it over her head like a helicopter.)

And finally, the next morning, she’s wearing her pajamas and slippers. I don’t know anyone that actually sleeps in those where I live. It’s too hot. Anyway, I love this episode because, well, Ashley really did screw up like painfully bad, but you also feel sorry for her.