I’m the one with what looks like an early version of Seth MacFarlane’s Ted in a kilt, on my dress.
This is one of my most cherished books. It was my father’s book before me and I might, if the future allows, get to pass this onto a tiny human myself. Rather than try and tell you about the insane, chaotic genius of Spike Milligan’s Milliganimals, I’m going to do one better. I’m going to show you.
It’s rare that, upon mentioning a childhood book, everyone has almost the same reaction which goes something along the lines of; ‘I love that book. I read it over and over again.’ Or, ‘The cover fell off that book I read it so many times.’ Or, ‘That book scared the bejezzus out of me, but I loved it.’