It's the Swinging Sixties and Michael Caine is holding a big showbiz party in his swanky new house.

Everyone who's anyone is there ­ top movie stars, pops stars, hip cats from the world of fashion and art. There's the best wine that money can buy, oysters, caviar and champagne. John Lennon and Paul McCartney are helping themselves at the bar, Yoko has nailed herself to the ceiling, Jim Morrison and his band are sitting on the couch singing Come On Baby, Light My Fire, and Peter Sellers is snuggling up on the sofa with Britt Ekland.

The groovy party is swinging, until Jim Morrison decides he's bored and wants to go home.

"Oi, Jim," says Michael Caine, "You can¹t go, we've only just started. How about I get one of the ladies to take you into the spare bedroom for a bit of the other?"

Morrison agrees and takes the rest of his band with him too. Michael Caine calls over a typical 60s dolly bird and whispers some instructions to her.

Half an hour later, the young lady is just finishing her task when Ringo Starr walks in. "I don't suppose you fancy extending that service to me, do you?" Ringo asks her.

The young woman doesn¹t hesitate, she kneels down again, unzips Ringo's fly and sets to work.

Ringo's having a lovely time when Michael Caine bursts in grabs the young lady and slaps her across the face. "I told you", he yells..... "You're only supposed to blow the bloody Doors off!"