Carry On London

So sphincter-clinchingly awful, you can practically hear the studio musicians cringing hopelessly as they hammer this one out before retreating home to contemplate suicide. I'm sort of surprised that this hasn't been dusted off to raise our spirits ahead of the Olympics, the Queen's 200th birthday, or whatever it is we're meant to be celebrating this year. And not a single mention of East Dulwich - despicable.