I was a big Jennings fan too, and loved to rip off some of the books' argot when at my lowly grammar school. "Sir gave us per", I would chirp merrily, when challenged as to how I dared do some proscribed activity or other... When the Harry Potter books first came to prominence, my initial reaction on reading them was that Rowling owed far more to Anthony Buckeridge than Tolkien. Evidently some hack or other agreed with me, as Anthony Buckeridge, to my amazement still alive although well over 90, was interviewed. It turned out he received practically pennies for his wonderful output... Bunter appealed too, but for different reasons, involving tuck-boxes and postal orders from one's aunt. I would loved to have received postal orders from aunts... Blyton's books were fun in their way, but simply did not inspire the same yearnings. There were no caves or smugglers on Blackpool or Scarborough beaches, and I could never train our dog to go "arf arf!"