I watched Tom Waits' Big Time tonight, for the first time in... fifteen years?
I remembered the gag about the films with seven Xs, and half remembered the one about Wigs and Novelty Items, but had forgotten the one about the shop selling Used Erotica, and the questions that arose: Had it been cleaned? Who cleaned it? Did they have a licence? How 'used' was it? Who used it?
There's no one quite like Tom when you're feeling a bit blue.