The "Brian-the-Snail" School of Writing and Publishing by John A. A. Logan
We had to get home from school pretty quickly in the early 1970s, to catch The Magic Roundabout on TV. I remember one day I must have lagged behind, because I ended up seated in a little cottage at the edge of the village, amongst the family of my fellow seven-year-old classmate, Suzanne, staring at the small, rectangular black-and-white screen as the Magic Roundabout theme music started and the Merry-Go-Round began to spin… I should have known I would never be a Dougal, battering my way forward, zooming as if on mad wheels, always in a rush… I wasn’t going to be an Ermintrude either, a daisy stuck in my teeth, not really minding what happened… A Zebedee, me, bouncing maniacally Heavenward on a shiny sprin...