I came home one night after an evening on the tiles and turned on the TV five minutes into "The Wrong Trousers".

I was spellbound and didn't move until it was over, laughing out loud, which I don't usually do.

There is a special magic in these idiot clay-mation films.

I have as yet to see the new one, about the were-rabbit.

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