When I was growing up, Mr Squiggle was one of my favourite television shows. Every day, Mr Squiggle would fly down from the moon in his rocketship to find Miss Jane and Blackboard ready for another day's drawing. It was always so tempting to turn your head upside-down to work out what he was drawing, but no, that would be cheating.

I can't help but wonder if Mr Squiggle is alone out there in space. The Americans weren't alone in their space race; they had the Russians. Perhaps Mr Squiggle has a Russian counterpart. Perhaps, somewhere out there, there is a Comrade Squiggle, his television show cancelled due to a lack of funding and substandard computer wiring in his Soyuz module. Comrade Squeeggle, da man frrrom da moooon….