Here's an admission: I once wanted to be Macaulay Culkin.
Not the Macaulay Culkin who hung out with Michael Jackson, had trouble with drugs and started a desperately terrible band called the Pizza Underground.
No, I wanted to be Macaulay Culkin circa 1990, the time when the most excellent Christmas movie Home Alone came out.
I know, I know, Culkin's a bit of a mess now. But as a 12-year-old just starting to find fault with his parents, Home Alone resonated with me in a big way.
In the film, Culkin's character Kevin is left alone at Christmas by his parents, who manage to pack the car, leave the house and fly to Paris without once checking to see if their 8-year-old son Kevin is with them.