Anyway, after several months of that scene Gary wings off to Singapore with dancers May, Gladys, Doreen, Linda, Nellie, the frightening Babs, and Georgia, and before you can say Jack Robinson, provided you say it very slowly, they crash into the ocean and wash ashore on an island. Gary carries the dancers ashore, actually, and assumes his natural role as pompous male, as the dancers run around murmuring - all except Georgia, who what with her efficiency and general air of competence is just damn lucky she's not a man. They all run across a cabin, and there they find a dead fellow in a spider web! So maybe there are some spiders in this thing, after all! But isn't it almost over?

No, it's not. Pay attention. The dead guy is Professor Green, and a quick reference to uranium in his diary is all the explanation we ever receive for the confusing events about to unfold. All move in to his cabin, and the dancers begin disrobing, writhing, taking showers, and rubbing their hands across Gary's crotch. Caught by Georgia while kissing a dancer, Gary stalks off and is attacked by a large puppet spider.

Let's speed this up. The women go out looking for Gary, can't find him. Two sailors, Joe and Bob, show up to pick up Professor Green, and you can imagine their chagrin when they find, instead of the professor, a cabin full of exotic dancers. There follows a couple days of drinking and sex, as they await a ship's arrival; there's some vague disagreement between Joe and Bob about Bob's dismissive attitude toward women, which offends Joe since he's taken with Ann (from Minnesota!) Gary reappears, apparently now a spider although he's just a guy in slacks, and kills Bob and Bob's special honey Gladys, and the women all get torches and chase Gary into a swamp and the ship comes. The end.

So, are the big spiders because of the uranium? Is Gary's transformation into whatever caused by the uranium? Just what exactly are the horrors of this place? Does anyone know? Hello?

The weekend after we finished this, I was consumed by curiosity and used all my Frequent Flyer miles to fly to Singapore - it sounded like such a swinging town! And I was not disappointed. I hooked up with Babs, of course, and we had a great time, and then she decided to fly back to the States with me - and that's when tragedy struck. We crashed, and I had to depend on Babs to carry me ashore on an island, and take care of me, with her commanding manner. We're still there, in fact, me and Babs. You get used to it after a while. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing going on.

- Paul Chaplin