ONLY IN the 1980s. Where to start? Basically, a film which purported to ridicule the then-prevalent ligging culture (if culture isn’t too generous a term for it), featuring a bloke (who may or may not be in BABYLON 5) who falls into a fountain in London. Swims about to some suitably Brian Eno noodling. And then resurfaces in a weird kind of parallel reality (bear with us) and embarks on a sort of social-climbing “six degrees of separation” type adventure, which involve him interviewing experts on etiquette (erm, FANNY CRADDOCK and APRIL ASHLEY) and embarrassingly gatecrashing social functions (it had all been pre-arranged) including one where BOB GELDOF turned up saying that he’d just seen a documentary about Ethiopia on the TV, and wasn’t it terrible, and someone should do something about it. Best of all, it had STING in it. As Machiavelli. There is little more to say. Ends with Babylonbloke falling into another fountain and waking up where he started.