Adventures of a Private Eye is a 1977 British sex comedy film directed by Stanley Long and starring Christopher Neil, Suzy Kendall, Harry H. Corbett and Liz Fraser. It followed the 1976 film Adventures of a Taxi Driver and was followed the next year by Adventures of a Plumber's Mate. In the title role, private detective Bob West (Christopher Neil) is assistant to top private eye Judd Blake (Jon Pertwee) and itching to take charge of a case himself. Join Scott as he describes in breathtaking detail his investigations and daring challenges involving kidnapped children, missing diamonds, and high-dollar insurance scams. Discover how he busted a fake chiropractic clinic, recovered thousands of dollars of purloined tortillas, and proved an injured stripper was not so injured after all. In the private eye world truth really is stranger than fiction. Most people are too trusting and plenty are lonely. If you sound interested, they will talk. If you sound confused, they will try to help you out by providing information. I used the anonymity of the phone to my advantage. When call display started making my life difficult, I discovered spoof calling, which provided the ability to input any number onto call display. It made my pretexts even more effective when I was calling from XYZ Courier, or any fake company I could imagine. Every technological advance made me deliriously happy. Often compared to the Carry On series of films, of which they had only tenuous links, the Confessions series would eventually finish off that institution. Askwith had actually made an appearance in Carry On Girls and before making 1976's England, Peter Rogers and Gerald Thomas had viewed Driving Instructor at the cinema. As a result, the Producer/Director team decided to spice up the sex content in the Carry Ons - England was a flop, while 78's Emmannuelle killed off the entire series. A single attempt to resuscitate was made fourteen years later - Columbus - but by then the Carry Ons were dead and buried.

Adventures Of A Taxi Driver (1976) Girls and trouble are inseparable for young London taxi driver Joe North (a miscast Barry Evans) who uses his job… Contrary to popular belief, the scale of film quality isn't a straight line; it's circular. Rather than a range from "Classic" to "Turkey", it's possible for a film to become so truly terrible that it spins all round the scale and ends up a work of undeniable genius.When I first read about this book it sounded interesting, but at the same time I wondered how entertaining of a read it would be. Let me say, this book is a great read! The author, Scott Fulmer, has lived such an interesting life. It's truly amazing how many varied experiences he's had in life. I think this fact alone is what has made him so successful in his chosen profession as a private investigator. Confessions of a Private Eye offers an accurate behind-the-scenes look at the real-life cases of celebrated Private Investigator and Super Sleuth, Scott B. Fulmer. In a thrilling private eye career spanning almost three decades, he has seen it all. Join Fulmer as he describes in breathtaking detail his investigations and daring challenges involving kidnapped children, missing diamonds and insurance scams. Discover how he busted a fake chiropractic clinic, recovered thousands of dollars of purloined tortillas and proved an injured stripper was not so injured after all. In the private eye world truth really is stranger than fiction. Cheesy one-liners abound. "I don't know what came over me," says Tim, losing his ... er, concentration ... during a sexual encounter. "Well it wasn't me" replies his unsatisfied partner. Lines like that are awful, but they become so terrible they're hilarious. And you haven't seen an orgasm metaphor until you see the lightning strike and bursting bubble. Tim's loss of virginity is accompanied by a full burst of the Hallelujah Chorus. Book Title: Confessions of a Private Eye : My Thirty Years Investigating Cheaters, Frauds, Missing Persons and Crooks Comic stalwarts such as Harry H Corbett and Irene Handl are joined by the glamorous Diana Dors, Adrienne Posta and Liz Fraser, but this is really no more than soft-core pulp.

Discover what it's really like to be a Private Investigator from one of the top Private Eyes in the country. Confessions of a Private Eye offers an accurate behind-the-scenes look at the real-life cases of celebrated Private Investigator and Super Sleuth, Scott Fulmer. In a thrilling private eye career spanning almost three decades, he has seen it all. The first in a series of abysmal Confessions-wannabes, the Adventures trilogy are sterile, desperately unfunny sex comedies, with horrendous direction and dire production values. That being said, this has the same main actor than the other adventures movie and he seems as gullible (or even more so), than the one that was a taxt driver. He plays his role nicely and even has a short plumber scene ... which is both hillarious and bad. Especially the puns and the annoying kid. Sorry kiddo, not your fault, it was in the script, I know.Curious to see, if the advertising for the movie, may be too much for imdb. But just to be clear, no pun intended and I did not invent the word that describes detectives ... but also can mean something nasty. Of course I am talking about the detective use of the word ... sure sure and all that. But as easy as it had all become, it wasn’t rewarding. It was never rewarding. I didn’t like spying on people. Many of the investigators I worked with had a hunter mentality. It’s easier to view someone as a target when you can’t relate to them. I wanted to see the subject as human and to know who they were and why they lived the way they did. But most of all, I wanted to do something else. I wanted to be a writer. In January 2011, I hung up my hat and my trench coat to focus on my true passion. I don’t write detective fiction, although this is the first question everyone asks me. Yes, the sequels range from so-so to pretty awful. But this, the original, is generally still tremendous entertainment. If, of course, watched with a Every technological advance that made it easier for me to do my job made me deliriously happy, like the day that I first accessed the Internet and discovered AltaVista. When Google came into being, I whispered that word like it was a lover’s name. Google, oh, Google. It was my mantra.