Being school holidays I decided to watch an animated kid's movie in prime viewing time.
I settled in thinking I might have made a choice that would bore me to tears but no.
Despicable Me was one of the funniest good beats evil sagas that orchestrate all the best children's stories. This story was no exception.
Eons ago when I was a small chap I was addicted to Enid Blyton sagas like The Magic Faraway Tree, The Wishing Chair. Also The Wing in The Willows and Dr Seuss,
The main character touted as the greatest villain ever Mr Gru was splendid.
But I'm sure all those clever little kids out there would have seen through his long sharp-beaked nose, skinny legged image knowing a heart of gold lurked in under his jersey.
Set in a quiet American suburban neighbourhood with white picket fences and rose bushes, loomed a black house with a brown dying lawn...Gru's house.
Unbeknown to the neigbours happily hosing down their cars on their clean tiled driveways, that hidden underneath this imposing spook house was an enormous secret hideout.
And inside was Gru's army of minions. Small chattering bright yellow beings, with round eyes and shaped like upturned eggcups with tiny pattering feet.
Gru is planning the biggest heist in the history of the world he is going to steal the moon.
What a wonderful wicked plan.
Gru adores wickeness so with his arsenal of shrink rays, freeze rays, and awesome battle-ready trucks for land and air, he demolishes all who get in his way.
This is until he meets little orphans Margo, Edith and Agnes.The wiles of this tiny feminine trio have Gru completely blind sided.
You see they are convinced Gru has the potential to be the very best dad in the world.
Gru of course caves in and reading them the three little kittens bedtime story complete with knitted finger puppets to illustrate the action to a heroic, hurtling dash through space to get to their ballet recital on time reveals Gru's big heart.
I laughed out loud again and again at ridiculous plights of dangerous peril, minions tap dancing, lip syncing and giggling maniacally and helping like the true little heroes they were.
If I was kid again I would be besotted with the minions I would love to have a box of them living in my wardrobe.
Our little girls twinkled around wide-eyed with utter rapture for Gru.
And Gru our arch villain in the end was a pushover for love albeit a very clever but sinister pushover.
It was a huge and satisfying laugh on dark and rainy night.