I remember when I used to edit out all extraneous matter before and after my recorded radio programmes. Initially on tape, and then digitally. Now I tend not to bother. Reel to reels were straightforward, cassettes I’d have to do in real time, but digital is easy-peasy. I just can’t be bothered any more.
I remember Eliot picking up an application form to be an extra on Harbour Lights. We decided that it would be too complicated to get back down for filming. But he filled it in and I stuck it up on the wall of the caravan for a few years.
I remember being introduced to Nigel Molesworth on a coach trip to somewhere or other from school. I think it was Andrew Mackie who had a compendium in hardback. I thought it was so hilarious I went out and bought How To Be Topp in paperback. And in time the others. I think you had to go to a school like mine to appreciate it.
I remember George Butler’s son. I think he used to hang around with us for a while.
I remember a boy in my primary school who might have been called Howard but the reason I can remember him is that he could wink.
I remember the Edmunds twins, Susan and Jacqueline. I remember Jane Shingles, Barbara Purslove, Rosemary Mills, Lesley Hawke (or was it Hawkes?), and the face but not the surname of a girl called Catherine. These were all from my year at Green Lane. I remember Paul Inkpen, of course, and Barry Hodgkinson, Paul Hutchinson, Graham Johnston and David Jenkins. And Barry Payne, who smoked cigarettes he had soaked in orange juice.