Tony Fawcett has hit rock bottom. The house and caravan? Razed to the ground. The marriage? Over. Louis has vanished, Gerald's off to university, and Floyd's chasing dreams in America. It's Tony's lowest point yet - and for him, that's saying something.
But just when all hope seems lost, he takes the only logical next step: start again. With a spin-off. At Edgar's estate.
A new setting, old faces, fresh disasters-and one crumbling country manor in desperate need of saving. Lord Thistlethwaite's ancestral home is falling apart, and the mayor and local MP are circling like cultural vultures. If Edgar can't restore it fast, he'll lose everything. So who does he call? Exactly: this hopeless gaggle of misfits who know more about destruction than preservation. What could possibly go wrong?
Louis is back, newly certified in psychology and dodging the Russian mafia. Floyd smells ratings gold and launches a hidden-camera talk show based on Jean and Tony's strained marriage. Jean's busy flirting with the local constable (and anything else in trousers), and Gerald-now suddenly built like a Greek god-finds himself caught in a tug-of-war between Edgar and Floyd.
Secrets fester. Loyalties wobble. And yes, this is the one where we pile on emotional baggage and smoke the story like a fine kipper.
Heartfelt, unhinged, and deeply British, Spin-Off! turns collapse into comedy and failure into farce-proving once again that the only thing more fragile than a country manor is the emotional stability of this lot.