No Sex Please, We're British

This farce revolves around an assistant bank manager, Peter Hunter, who lives above his place of employment with his new bride, Frances. When Frances innocently sends a mail order off for some Scandinavian glassware, everyone is surprised to find that what comes back is pornographic photography. The two, along with the bank's frantic chief cashier, Brian, must decide what to do with the constant onslaught of lewd photographs, books, films and, eventually, girls. The matter is considerably complicated and made ridiculous by the presence of Peter's mother, his boss, and the police superintendent.