I remember receiving a rejection slip from the script unit at The Bill. It was the highlight of my career.

I remember Potter's Museum of Curiosities when it was in Arundel.

I remember Transformers (robots in disguise).

I remember in the TV series Kung Fu, as Kwai Chang Caine (David Carradine, quite possibly as American as apple pie) strolled into town each week, people would stare and say "look at his slitty eyes" and curse him for being Chinese. But apart from him looking a bit myopic, I just couldn't see what they were on about. Loved the series though.

I remember an excellent BBC television series based on the ghost stories of M R James. David Buck and the wonderful Freddie Jones were involved. There were maggots falling out of the eye sockets of a corpse so my schoolboy imagination was quite excited. I'd never seen anything like it.

I remember the TV Comic.

I remember a book I used to read at my grandmother's all about fishing and cooking the fish that you caught. In the chapter on the chub, its advice was to cook the chub on a piece of wood, throw away the fish and eat the wood.

I remember my first American Hot at Pizza Express. My palate was obviously more delicate then, because I couldn't eat all the chillies.