Infectious laughter, buckets of charisma, slightly annoying to watch with a hangover; these are all traits we associate with the lord of children’s television, Dave Benson-Phillips. He was undistinguishable from my childhood. One would rush home from school to watch Get Your Own Back, and sit down for an afternoon of tomfoolery and hijinks, armed with the TV remote and a Fruit Pastille ice lolly. I mean, I always wanted a Twister, but my mum seemed to think that the Fruit Pastille lolly was better for you as it contained real fruit (it didn’t, bless her). That bastard popsicle was the bane of my life. They made a big thing on the advert how all the colours stay ...