"Two tickets to see a giant three-dimensional mammary please..."
At a trip to the cinema this week, I was reduced to a dribbling moron, tittering at naughty words. Yep, on the board for which films were being shown, bold as brass in bright LCD letters, was a showing of 3D Clash Of The Tit.
It won't surprise you that it was the first film to sell out that night. Imagine the disappointment when a bunch of spotty youths settled down for the film, expecting a gigantic bouncing pair of baps, only to be faced with Liam Neeson's stupid face.