I remember I used to have my hair cut in Bentalls. It was a much bigger store then. You went up to about the third floor and through the men's clothing department. They had fixed seats arranged either side of the room facing the mirrors along the walls, as was the style in those days, and if you were a child, they had a board that they would place across the two arms of the chair so you could be level with the mirror. I never had a short back and sides, I used to have a Boston. I remember their penultimate act, before they showed you what your haircut looked like from the back with a hand mirror, would be to put talcum powder on the back of your neck and brush it off.

I remember I had a Wibbly-Wobbly Ball (quite famous in its time - that might not even have been its name and I don't think you can get them nowadays. Inflatable, about the size of a football but slightly cubed with a weight inside that made it fly and bounce in a wibbly-wobbly way) that floated out to sea and my Uncle Vic wouldn't save it. I am sure he would have been able to because it didn't seem that deep to me but he was always mucking about so kept pretending he couldn't get to it and by the time he was ready to, it had gone too far. I never forgave him until one day...

I remember playing on the beach at Seatown and my son Eliot losing one of his flip-flops in the waves. We both stood there watching as it floated slowly out to sea. The beach is very steep so it gets very deep within yards of the water's edge, and as my ability to swim diminishes immediately I am unable to feel the beach beneath my feet when I stand up, I couldn't dive in and retrieve it. However, enter stage right, we saw a swimmer swimming, as swimmers do, along the beach about 50 yards out. He saw the flip-flop, grabbed it as he went past and threw it back to us.

I remember playing guitar for Richard Harvey and Graeme Taylor in their band Cherrywood (named after Graeme’s telephone exchange), long before their fame and success with Gryphon. It was at a hall in Weybridge, which I would recognise if I saw it again, but I don’t know why they asked me, as I didn’t have a clue what we were playing and spent the entire gig with my back to the audience.

I remember the Punch and Judy man (Percy Press) who used to perform at the Tiffin Fair each year. He got a credit in the Russell Hoban novel, Riddley Walker.

I remember restaurants I used regularly to go to with my family - The Key in Wimbledon, one by Kingston Horsefair I can’t remember the name of, The Pot in Earls Court, Stars in Putney, a pizza place on the bank of the Thames at Richmond which burnt down, Clouds Kingston Hill...

I remember being given a Hopalong Cassidy watch by my Mum and Dad.

I remember falling off my bicycle while I was approaching a kerb at the wrong angle. I had to go and have three stitches in my knee at the Nelson Hospital. I was seven.

I remember Big Chief I-Spy’s farewell phrase - odhu/ntinggo.

I remember queueing outside the Raynes Park Rialto to see Annie Hall. The Rialto showed films a month or so after the main cinema chains - the Odeon, Gaumonts and ABCs? - but at a reduced price. I also remember about 10 years earlier seeing Merrill’s Marauders there with some friends during the school holidays. We were commandos scouring the countryside all the way home, which included a brief escapade across the unmanned crossing that used to cross the railway.

I remember being fascinated by an oscilloscope.

I remember Red Rovers. When I was at school you could buy them and go on any (red) London bus for a day for however much they cost (which I have forgotten).

I remember the Beehive. It was a holiday bungalow built at the end of the war out of two disused railway carriages, like most of the original properties on the estate, at Elmer Sands, near Bognor Regis. We went there for family holidays every year from when I suppose I was in my mid-teens until the late 1980s. It was run by an elderly man called Charlie, who at first used to live in the rear half of the bungalow, which was self-contained, but later on used to sleep in his garden shed during the summer so he could let out both units. During the day he would mostly sit on the bench by The Hard, which was a grass triangle outside the Beehive where children (and adults) could play, and which was also where the Elmer Sands Residents' Association used to hold its annual summer fair. He used to go to Spain for the winter. As he got older he could hardly walk and shuffled along dragging one foot behind him, but then had a hip replacement and was much more agile. Eventually we found out that he had died, but the people who lived next door bought his property and had the bungalow demolished and turned the land into a sort of memorial garden, which the last time I looked was still there.

I remember Tally Ho! (a Palmers' Brewery beer).