Don't play carry on drinking! Was mailed a copy of that fiendish plot...it went like this..
Me and the fine Joski Pappaloni became entrenched for a night of Vodka and experimentation, only problem was, the Carry On Film in question was Carry On Up The Jungle. So count how many times Bernard Bresslaw wore an 'ethnic' costume (continuously) and how many times there occured a 'penis euphemism' (every time Sid got his gun out, i.e. constantly) and *there* was the dastardly recipe that saw us both lying in the local cemetery at 4:30 am, laughing in the mist, not knowing what the feck we were doing there!
Choose your films and poison carefully, and all good vibes to Godhaven Ink!
Hurrah!
Morfe
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