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  • I had told my daughters that I would sit with them whilst they watched Shrek 4 in 3D but that I could not commit to watching it. To mark the point I placed my spectacles high on my head like a hair band and set my iPad to the Scrabble app.

    I also fell asleep about half way through, having drunk a glass of very pleasing music adept with dinner and feeling somewhat mellow.

    I was conscious as I dozed that this is a film about music nostalgia as much as it is about ogres and the wicked Rumpelstiltskin. The music is what I suspect makes this film so beloved of so many adults.

    I woke up towards the end, at the moment when it looks like the true love's kiss is going to be a wicked illusion, which of course it isn't, and then came the final credits with the song.

    "What's the name of that song?" asked my eldest, who I am assured by her school reports is a child of above average intelligence.

    "Listen to the words," I say, not entirely peevishly but not exactly generously either.

    They listen for about five seconds.

    "In my life?"



    Are you both kidding me? "Come on girls, just listen!"

    With the magic of the Sky+ I rewind to the beginning of the song.

    "I have?"


    But still they keep guessing in this completely useless way.

    "Which is the phrase that keeps on being repeated?"

    But it's useless.

    Finally I rewind again and this time I sing the lyrics, punching out the title.

    "FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I have blah blah FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE I have blah blah..."

    So finally, finally, with more clues than an Agatha Christie story, they GET IT.
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