In the morning I arose and ate my Weaties, shat, shaved, showered and dressed, seized the lunch my mother had prepared the evening before and departed the house at precisely 7.28 to catch the rattling red bus that still ran along South Road, passing my former school to arrive at Moorabbin Station at 7.45. Over those years, the only variants that occurred were that in winter I had the thick porridge made by Horrie each morning instead of Weaties, and that the bus line updated their rolling stock, although the new buses didn’t seem to rattle any less.

Jerry Lewis plays a timid, nearsighted University chemistry teacher in the Classic The Nutty Professor, who stumbles onto a magic potion in his lab. The mixture transforms the scholarly knucklehead into a sauve and smooth-talking Romeo, with not merely a passing resemblance to his former partner Dean Martin. The object of his debonair attentions is a gorgeous student, Stella Stevens. This Jekyll and Hyde game works well enough until the concoction starts to wear off at the most embarassing times, and the amorous suitor suffers hilarious symptoms of his personality split. Lewis directed and co-wrote this riotous comedy.