I had some neighbours. And those neighbours were terrible. No, they didn't carry an axe around like some b-grade horror movie antagonist. They just played their music so incredibly loud all the time, that I wanted to carry an axe around like some b-grade horror movie antagonist.

I love Alfred Hitchcock films, and I had an idea for an animated short film about a cat that witnessed a dog committing a murder. I never got around to doing it- maybe I will one day - but in the meantime, I had to get the idea out in some form.

Like many, I had mixed emotions about Disney buying the rights to the Star Wars franchise. It was great that there was a new commitment to producing new films, but there was a tiny hidden fear that some of what would come out of it was just wrong - very, very wrong.

When I was a teenager, I worried about every little pimple, but as with poor Jimmy here, those pimples were the least of my worries.