Here we meet Clive of the never-ending knock-knock jokes; his new amour, Joy, the chemists' shopgirl who prescribes from personal experience; and Joy's constant hairdresser, Betty, who itches in impossible places. Betty, another in a series of Alison Steadman character studies, is the incarnation of confused caring; she takes it back as soon as she gives it. ("I like the red, but then again, it's not my hair"). Her daughter, Charlene, is a youthful incarnation of age-old despair, who seems as surprised as we are to find herself in this short, wacky film. But like Clive says, "I wouldn't be joking if I wasn't being serious."