Does anyone recall the "Mr. Benn" cartoons? Well this is very reminiscent of them as a bowler-hatted gent leaves home on a rainy morning for his commute into town. Like ants at an ant hill, they stream about anonymously into their offices. Once "Henry" gets to his desk, though, his mind turns to sex. He fantasises about women indulging his penchant for chasing them through fields of daisies and/or Roman orgies or maybe even an afternoon with his own version of "Miss Whiplash". The same routine gets him back home after a hard day but he is now way too knackered to actually take part in any shena...