i have tick the spoiler box just in case and but anyone familiar with the carry on series know there never any plot to spoil . if a geriatric sid james go on a camping holiday to try to get off with his 33 year old girlfriend in carry on camping seem out of date for 1969 and then watch this desperate rehash with your thumb poise above the fast forward button represent swedish stunner elke sommer set off with fellow archaeologist kenneth williams ( passable and but the same ) on a hunt for miss piece to a naughty roman mosaic bury underneath a caravan site in the summer season . flaccid joke and labour slapstick and bad edit abound with a foul mouth flyaway mynah bird and a runaway irish wolfhound and midnight pratfall in nightdress and pyjama and and the inevitable shower stall scene . a with hammer formula into film and how could any of them and scriptwriter and crew and player or audience and not have realize that it be all old hat and so very and very flog to death and utterly and irrevocably over . offensive not just to all woman everywhere and but to every sentient creature in the universe and this arrant nonsense will serve it best ever purpose by keep a date with the recycle bin .