We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember Huge saying something like:
Got any more s**te to spout?
For those who might wish to know why Hugh's answer is utter c*ck, consider this - in the days when film was king, the box at the back did have secondary importance to the lens, for you could mount a half-decent lens on a cardboard box if you so wanted and still produce a halfway decent pic if the gods were with you; after a lot of pissing about, natch. Nowadays, in the age of digital, Hughie's simpleminded assertion is not true at all. Good glass is important, but the best glass in the world will be let down badly by a crap digibody.
Once again, we see Shooie talking utter mince. It's fairly obvious he's stuck in 1955.