I remember being shocked at the price of a pint of Guinness in central London when it went up to 50p.

I remember a cul-de-sac which no longer exists in Wimbledon - probably where the bus terminus now is - which had a turntable for trolley-buses. I remember seeing trolley-buses in Kingston.

I remember when Kingston won its Royal Charter, changing from Kingston-on-Thames to Kingston upon Thames.

I remember walking down Green Lane in Worcester Park with some friends and being set upon by yobs. I recognised one of them from Morden, where my aunt and uncle lived. I engaged him in conversation and managed to secure safe passage. I remember his name.

I remember cinemas in North Cheam, Worcester Park, Morden and Raynes Park.