The majority of little girls have plastic tea sets and disproportioned blonde dolls to play with. However, I was no ordinary little girl. I thought plastic tea sets and disproportioned blonde dolls were...well, quite frankly, stupid. No, my interests were firmly rooted with something much more interesting, much more important and much more intelligent ... International Rescue. So, you can imagine my glee when my little brother's sixth birthday present was a Blue Peter style Tracy Island, complete with a painted matchbox villa and fold down pipe cleaners disguised as palm trees. My life was complete. I spent the next God knows how many years arguing that little brothers should share everything with their big sisters.

Several years later, what's changed? Well, I still argue with my not-so-little brother, I still have no desire to own a plastic tea set and I'm still fascinated, not only with the concept of International Rescue, but also the intricate dynamics of the family behind it. The only difference is that the stories I made up in my head are now littering my hard drive.