You’d just started on up again, for the third time. The company had been brought up to a wide crater riddled clearing, and Nigel gave you the nod to continue on. You went in through the matted jungle wall like Alice through the Looking Glass and was sweating and cursing and panting and struggling before you’d gone ten metres. There was a huge trunk on its side, split right down the middle as if cleaved by Thor’s axe, and you were straddling that, slipping on the moss and slime, trying to get a grip of something while one vine was caught up under your armpit and another tried to throttle you, and on the other side of the log that you could ride like an elephant, a ten foot drop into a lattice of twisted branches and roots and who knows how fuckin’ far you’d fall before you struck hard ground. You slid further down the trunk to where there were some firmer branches to step off onto —sometimes you could get twenty feet or more off the ground and not realise it...

Chaos ensures when a Russian submarine accidentally runs aground on the coast of a US holiday Island, and the locals get the idea that they are being invaded. The Russians are Coming! The Russians are Coming! is very funny, as well as a fine exercise in Cold War paranoia. Alan Arkin as the Russian exec, and Carl Reiner as the hapless journalist, were stand-outs in a fine comic cast.