Just some random musing, today. I was trawling Netflix, looking for some of my old favourite films – namely, Labyrinth, The Never Ending Story and the Dark Crystal. These films all have two things in common – mainly, that I love them, and all three gave me nightmares when I was little.

The main scary points, in order:

Never Ending Story – Artax sinking in the swamp of despair, while Atreyu cries.

Labyrinth – those pink things throwing their heads was disturbing.

Dark Crystal – Skeksis. Need I say more?

In spite of the nightmares they gave me, I could watch these films on repeat now. Especially Labyrinth. Which may or may not have something to do with *those* trousers. Strange how childhood perception can be flipped on its head later on.