Boxing Day afternoon, did you sit with your granny watching films filled
with Pirates fighting Lost Boys, Questing Knights, Magical Events, Prim
Nannies, and Atrocious Cockney Accents? Did you long to overthrow (or be)
the Baron or Baroness of Vulgaria?
Did you want to go Over the Rainbow
whilst sitting in the stalls of the West End stage, thrilling to the swoop
of a mechanical car, and shuddering (or revelling) in the call of
“Lollipops”? Would you join the Quest for the Holy Grail, armed with a
sword from a Watery Tart, searching Into the Woods for the cow as white as
milk? Was your mother a hamster and did your father smell of elderberries?