You've heard of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe? Of course you have. I loved that book as a boy, loved the whole Narnia series, and for some time I've been wondering what might happen if Jiggy went through something like a wardrobe that opened out into another world. What might he find when he stepped through? How would he be treated by whoever lived there? And would he be able to get back? Of course, Jiggy being Jiggy there'd be no talking animals, no great battles, and certainly no royal thrones (though he might just have something to do with Turkish Delight).

And, of course, he wouldn't go through a wardrobe exactly...

Here's an extract from the chapter in which Jiggy unwittingly goes through the school caretaker's broom cupboard.

I stuck my hand up because I needed to go for a tinkle. My legs had been in a knot for the past twenty minutes. Another five and there’d have been a puddle on the floor that I’d never live down.
        ‘Very well, Joseph, but be as quick as you can.’
        ‘Jiggy, sir.’
        ‘I’m sorry?’
        ‘Jiggy, not Joseph. How many more times?’
        Teachers. Such hard work.
        I scooted along the corridor to the Boys, spurted my orangeade with a gasp, washed the McCue hands like my mother’s always yelling at me to, and stepped into the corridor. I’d just started the return to the RE room when I heard a voice from the other side of an approaching corner – Mr Rice’s, which you can’t miss even with cotton wool in your ears. I didn’t want to bump into him just then. He’d probably have a go at me for chortling when he jogged into the lamp post on the way to school. I needed to hide till he went by. But where? The lavs were too far behind me now and there were no other corners to dive round. The only door in view was the one attached to the caretaker’s broom cupboard, so I ran to it, hoping it was unlocked and there was no one on the other side of it. I turned the handle. The door opened. I looked in. Dark, great, no one at home. I stepped in. Closed the door quietly behind me.
        I couldn’t see a thing in there, but I’d got a glimpse of the interior as I jumped in, and had a mental snapshot of brooms, mops, sponges, polish, and industrial-sized cans of spray to massacre the flies we get in herds at Ranting Lane. There was also a bucket to trip over, but my mental snapshot hadn’t included that, so I tripped over it. When I tripped – not quite as silently as I would have liked – Mr Rice, who’d just reached the other side of the door, stopped talking. My mouth turned to sawdust. Maybe the person he was chatting to was Mr Heathcliff, the miserable broom honcho who never had much to say, which meant the door could open any sec and I would be discovered and lugged out by the scruff of my whatever.
        I felt my way through the blackness behind me, very carefully so as to not to fall over anything else or make any more noise, and hid in a row of smelly old workcoats hanging at the back. If the door opened now they’d only see me if they looked down and saw my lower legs and feet.
        And I heard it, the door opening, but it closed again almost at once. Relief. I was safe. I waited for Rice to start talking loudly again in the corridor, but he didn’t. He must have moved on without saying anything else. But to be on the safe side I decided to give it half a minute and stayed where I was, amidst the smelly old workcoats. When the half minute was up I started forward, step by careful step, hands raised like paws in front of my eyes in case something sharp felt like skewering an eyeball. I was still walking when I sensed that I wasn't alone in there. I stopped, spine tingling mightily. I couldn’t see anyone in all that darkness, and there hadn’t been a sound, but…
        ‘Hello?’
        This was me, but as I said it I thought I heard a kind of echo of it, like someone else had said the same thing at the very same instant. I was so spooked by this that I didn’t care what I crashed into or tripped over or whose arms I ran into in the corridor. I rushed forward, and as I did so…
        … I felt someone rush by me!
        ‘Eeeek.’
        I know for certain that two voices said this. I charged through the dark, slapped the door, tore it open, and shot out into the deserted corridor, blinking like a maniac. From there I looked back to see who’d been in the broom cupboard with me. Apart from the brooms themselves, and the mops, the tripping bucket, the tins of polish, the cans of fly spray, the dusters, boxes, jars of screws, the brown workcoats at the back, and all the other stuff that school caretakers seem to need, it was empty.

AND SO BEGINS JIGGY'S MOST BIZARRE ADVENTURE YET...