This film can't help but give us ideas...
Come 2 o'clock and the film finishes, we begin rifling through an ancient, half forgotten toy box. In an attempt to emulate the film, we don intruiging hats and following some futher fishing, retrieve a long-disused potato gun!
Dodie won't mind if we borrow a couple of spuds...
A potato or so later, we retire to the kitchen having unintentionally but effectively blocked the gun. Now beyond usefulness, we proceed to mutilate said potato.
The result? Jeremy ^ (top left, lying bleeding on the chopping board).
I'm still discovering and picking bits of spud off the floor (and from of my hair).
Angie left smelling distinctly more vegetable-y than when she arrived.
Jeremy eventually recovered and now holds major shares in Marks&Spencer as well as having become a successful business owner in his own right. He continues to attend counselling sessions for emotional trauma.
The gun is beyond repair.