Minions is the name of a small Cornish village on the edge of Bodmin Moor, just a few miles from where I grew up. We still go there regularly, for Sunday lunch in the pub, Cornish ice cream with clotted cream on top in the tea room, or for a walk up to the Hurlers or the Cheesewring (ancient standing stones). However, this favourite place from home is not what springs to mind when I hear the word ‘Minions’ any more. It’s these cheeky chaps: