Whilst Bill Reynolds holds the voodoo cult in great respect, he's definitely not a witch doctor and he certainly does not need to invoke black magic to obtain tickets for the match between West Ham and Manchester United, nor to persuage Eddie Booth to dance naked round an oak tree at midnight.

There is much jubilation at the departure of "Clarkey", the foreman of the factory where Eddie and Bill work. The Management decide that it will serve their interests best if they promote their most idle, difficult, loudmouthed and bigoted troublemaker. The choice is obvious.

The rivalry between Eddie and Bill reaches boiling point when, in the grip of sale-fever, they try to outwit each other in a desperate attempt to be first in the queue for the bedroom suite that their respective wives have set their hearts on. Strategy and vigilance is everything, so who is caught napping?