Plot
As they settle into their new house after the destruction of their previous abode in Demolition (The Young Ones) and allocate the bedrooms, Vyvyan announces after a solo match of Murder in the dark that he has struck oil in the cellar, and instantly forms a coalition with Mike (whom Vyvyan calls "El Presidente") to extract the oil, using Rick and Neil as well-digging slaves following an earlier house meeting and culminating in Vyvyan hitting Rick briskly between the legs with a cricket bat (Rick: "Ha! Missed both my legs!"). Meanwhile, Mike discovers a man resembling Buddy Holly in his new room, having survived the plane crash by parachuting from the plane on The Day the Music Died, and crashing through the roof--in fact, he is still hanging upside down from the ceiling by his parachute. Having survived since the 1950s by eating a steady diet of beetles, he proceeds to sing a song about his diet. After Neil unwittingly injures Vyvyan with a pickaxe through the head whilst digging for Oil, Rick commands Neil to "Throw off the shackles of oppression" and prompts a workers' revolution which is ultimately proved futile by a demanding benefit band headed by Alexei Sayle in his Balowski persona. During the end credits in which we see a disoriented but concious Vyvyan stumbling about the cellar, he reveals to the camera: "By the way, it was a complete lie about the oil."
The episode featured a performance from electronic band Radical Posture, with Alexei Sayle as their singer.
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