Who, me? Nah, I’m just a worm

I must have been seven or eight years old when I first saw the film Labyrinth. Whenever I watch it now with my own kids on DVD it feels weird not having the warped sound and tracking lines over the opening credits. It’s a film which means a lot to me, not just for the nostalgia value which attracts so many people of my age to 80s cult movies, but because it’s the first time I remember my mind switching on to creativity. I was obsessed with the idea of the little blue worm, that he had a “Mrs.” and his own tiny life inside the Labyrinth walls.