So sang Wizard Of Oz's X-Factor all-singing all-dancing dog Toto Coelo in it's top ten hit "(they nommed my brains down in) Africa".
After taking one of my Pretties & her immediate family our for a Milestone Birthday Pedros, we all piled back to watch appallingly poor movies.
So, no change there then!
After the inevitable musical exposure, we tried to decide upon a film. Which seems to involve rejecting any suggestions and scrolling through LoveFilm a lot.
Fantastic titles abound. I can't remember most, but they were of the ilk:
The Man Whose Brain Screamed!
Terror Is A Man!
The Hand That Fingered The Flange!
It Came From Beyond The Fridge!
Student Sucking Vampires!
You get the drift.
Anyhoo, we tried one, which was some olde monochrome shambling face eating zombie affair - something about P.S.C.
Which I thought stood for Prostitute Shagging Cannibals, which was an entirely plausible plotline. I could wtite that! If James "Funnyman (allegedly)" Cordon can get away with Lesbian Vampire Killers, surely we can come up with a screenplay about flesh-hungry unga-bunga bone-in-nose voodoo witch-doctors humping ladies of the night!
Anyhoo, Paulina seemed to think it was Prostitues Shagging Camels1.
Which promptly became Prostitutes Shagging Cannibals With Camels.
Which inevitably became Prostitutes Shagging Cannibals With Cameltoes.
I'm writing the script now...
1 ALWAYS A ONE TO LOWER THE TONE IS OUR PAULINA. "WHAT SHALL WE WATCH? SKYFALL? BEETLEJUICE? DESPICABLE ME? WHAT YOU PUT ON NOW PAULA? SEX KITTEN SLICE AND DICE WITH EXTRA NUDIE SHOWER SCENES WITH HINTS OF BEASTIALITY? WE WANTED TO WATCH MCLOVIN' DOING HIS DANCE IN PARANORMAN, AND YOU STICK ON THE SERIAL KILLING STRIPPER? FUCKING DICK. WHAT ARE YOU, A FUCKING PRICK, YOU COCK."
