Which British panto tradition do you most look forward to every Christmas?

There's something deeply satisfying about screaming warnings at a grown man in a wig who steadfastly refuses to turn around. Group therapy, essentially.

Whether it's Widow Twankey or the Ugly Sisters, nothing says Christmas like a bloke in six inches of blusher and a dress made from curtains.

Half the fun is squinting at the programme trying to work out which mid-2000s reality contestant is playing Prince Charming this year.

The double entendres fly straight over the little ones' heads while the parents cackle into their interval ice creams. British comedy in a nutshell.

Being forced into competitive warbling of a chart hit from 1998 while the villain sulks stage left. Utterly ridiculous, utterly essential.