> > Back in the Swinging Sixties, Michael Caine is holding a big
> >
> > Showbiz party in his swanky new house.
> >
> > Everyone who's anyone is there - top stars from the worlds
> >
> > of movies and music, fashion and art.
> >
> > There's a feast of pints, the best wines that money can buy,
> >
> > oysters, champagne, Lennon and McCartney are helping
> >
> > themselves at the bar, Jim Morrison and his band are sitting on
> >
> > the couch singing "Light My Fire",
> >
> > and over in the corner, George Peppard's getting very pally
> >
> > with Sophia Loren.
> >
> > All's going really well, until Jim Morrison decides he's bored out
> >
> > of his skull, and wants to go home for an early night curled up
> >
> > with a good book "Oi, Jim," objects Michael Caine," the
> >
> > party's just got started, how's about I get one of 'the
> >
> > ladies' to take you into the spare bedroom for a bit of
> >
> > the 'how's yer father?'"
> >
> > "Excellent idea" nods Jim, "as long as she does the rest of
> >
> > the band, too."
> >
> > "Not a problem, Jim," smiles Michael, as he pulls a young dolly
> >
> > bird in close and whispers some instructions in her ear.
> >
> > Half an hour later, the young lass is just wiping her chin, when
> >
> > in walks Ringo Starr from the Beatles.
> >
> > "Alright, luv?" he drones, "don't suppose you fancy extending
> >
> > that service to me, do you?".
> >
> > The young woman thinks about this for a second, then
> >
> > says "What the hell!"
> >
> > and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get to work.
> >
> > Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the
> >
> > end, the door opens and Michael Caine bursts in.
> >
> > He grabs the young womam by the back of the hair
> >
> > and Slaps her hard across the face!
> >
> > "Wh-what was that for?" she whimpers.
> >
> > "I told you," Caine snarls.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > "You're only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off..."
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> >
> > Showbiz party in his swanky new house.
> >
> > Everyone who's anyone is there - top stars from the worlds
> >
> > of movies and music, fashion and art.
> >
> > There's a feast of pints, the best wines that money can buy,
> >
> > oysters, champagne, Lennon and McCartney are helping
> >
> > themselves at the bar, Jim Morrison and his band are sitting on
> >
> > the couch singing "Light My Fire",
> >
> > and over in the corner, George Peppard's getting very pally
> >
> > with Sophia Loren.
> >
> > All's going really well, until Jim Morrison decides he's bored out
> >
> > of his skull, and wants to go home for an early night curled up
> >
> > with a good book "Oi, Jim," objects Michael Caine," the
> >
> > party's just got started, how's about I get one of 'the
> >
> > ladies' to take you into the spare bedroom for a bit of
> >
> > the 'how's yer father?'"
> >
> > "Excellent idea" nods Jim, "as long as she does the rest of
> >
> > the band, too."
> >
> > "Not a problem, Jim," smiles Michael, as he pulls a young dolly
> >
> > bird in close and whispers some instructions in her ear.
> >
> > Half an hour later, the young lass is just wiping her chin, when
> >
> > in walks Ringo Starr from the Beatles.
> >
> > "Alright, luv?" he drones, "don't suppose you fancy extending
> >
> > that service to me, do you?".
> >
> > The young woman thinks about this for a second, then
> >
> > says "What the hell!"
> >
> > and proceeds to unzip Ringo's fly and get to work.
> >
> > Ringo's having a grand time, until, mere moments before the
> >
> > end, the door opens and Michael Caine bursts in.
> >
> > He grabs the young womam by the back of the hair
> >
> > and Slaps her hard across the face!
> >
> > "Wh-what was that for?" she whimpers.
> >
> > "I told you," Caine snarls.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > "You're only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off..."
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