Okay, stay with me on this one. Dreamt a full-length caper movie last night. There were three master tapes for a legendary lost Sixties album in existence – one was the rough demos, one the finished mixed and mastered version, and the last was a copy with no vocals, intended for TV performances.
These tapes had disappeared shortly after their completion and, what with the reissue business being what it is, whoever found them was likely to be in for a big payout.
Searching high and low were the putative villains of the piece, played by Michael McKean and Christopher Guest.
They track the missing reels to a farmhouse perched high on a cliff face above a small Cornish fishing village. There is a rendezvous arranged (on a small dinghy in the harbour) but just at their supposed moment of triumph they realise that someone has switched the reels and that they are left with useless 2 1/2 ips Tapes, stuck together over time and now worthless.
Meanwhile, up on the coast road, in a Scooby Doo-style reveal, the young retro pop starlet they have been working with pulls off her mask and disguise and is revealed to be none other than psych-folk legend Judy Dyble, who was the original singer, and who now intends to use the tapes to take on the pop world anew.
She drives away in a pink Messerschmitt bubble car, to the sound of the song over the closing credits.
I should like to blame Andrew Cartmel, Inside Number 9, The Union Chapel, Give My Regards to Broad Street and an excess of cheese before bedtime.
Obviously, before I flesh it out into a full-blown script treatment, does anyone have anything to add?