My childhood was marked by a series of obsessional devotions to various cartoon characters. First, I demanded to be renamed Mighty Mouse. This was then followed by Superman (who didn't last long), then Dangermouse, and then Spiderman. I was so obsessed with being called Spiderman that the teachers at my primary school eventually humoured me, and when they used to read out the roll-call in the mornings, they would call out my name simply as 'Spiderman'. If they didn't call out Spiderman, I would refuse to answer my real name. This is of course on top of the outfit that I wore every evening for hours on end, in which I followed my mother around the town clinging to walls and shuffling between shop doorways.
Frankly, I'm amazed they didn't kill me.

Imagine my joy then to discover that somebody has worked out how to pretend to be Peter Parker for the day, and on a kid's show too. If I had seen this as a child I think I may have exploded with excitement, and I most certainly would have broken the vaccum cleaner trying to build one of my own