I remember the press party to launch the Nintendo 64. Entertainment was provided by Bob Monkhouse and he was absolutely fantastic. With each joke you could see him working out how far he could go with the adult stuff and taking it as far as he could. A true professional. I reckoned that for his 45-minute or so spot he earned as much as I did that year. I walked all the way home from Hammersmith. My legs really ached the next day.

I remember George Butler, the school caretaker, who was also a justice of the peace. The headmaster was also a JP, which was, on the face of it, a bit weird. George passed away recently.

I remember the musty smell in the basement of Elmfield, the building in the middle of the school site. It had originally been the actual school, but was now given over to the library, the tuck shop and several spare classrooms, and George Butler and his family lived on the top floor. But the basement was used for storage by the stage gang. It was also used for smoking (but not by me!) and there was a good selection of 1960s (ie innocuous) pornography - Playboy, Mayfair, Parade etc. To this day, a musty smell puts me in mind of 1960s porn.

I remember Mick Foster - aka Fester.