I remember the monkfish I had last Friday at Drake's restaurant in Ripley. Probably the best monkfish I have ever had. The texture was absolutely perfect. And various flavours were provided by the bits and pieces served with it. It was fantastic.

I remember Jubb, the way he would follow women home from the station and the way he licked the dry slime from his lips.

I remember Magnus Pyke and Professor Eric Laithwaite.

I remember the smell of a paraffin heater.

I remember driving slowly out of Tiffin's one night probably after working on some scenery when someone rode his bike into the side of my car and ended up on the bonnet. Bernard Lang was in the passenger seat and we got out but the bloke - slightly dazed - apologised and rode off. He had been riding along the pavement. The next day I reported it to the police in case he had ended up with concussion somewhere but they weren't particularly interested. I had to produce my driving licence and insurance though.

I remember seeing a lizard on Wednesday, September 5, 2007, while on holiday in Cornwall (walking round the coast path from Polzeath to Daymer Bay). It was the first time I had seen one in the wild for ages - to be specific, since my primary school years when they used to be found beside the cinder track beteen Motspur Park and Worcester Park, on the allotments near Green Lane Primary School or in the sand dunes that year we went to Perranporth for our holiday. We also saw glow worms beside the road in Cornwall that year but I haven't seen any of them for ages either.

I remember one half of a mobile phone conversation I overheard on the train the other night. "Can you pick me up from Ewell West - something's happened and I can't be on the streets - If you could understand you would understand - please pick me up - I can't be on the streets - please pick me up from Ewell West - If you could understand you would understand - you can drop me off at (garble)" and so on. I resisted the temptation to tell him what he meant was that he would tell his mate/brother once he met him what had happened and then he would understand. I also decided there was little point making a citizen's arrest as this conversation was conducted in full view of a CCTV camera a few yards away.

I remember Joe Zawinul, who has died today in Vienna aged 75. Only recently heard him with Cannonball Adderley, but have loads of his Miles Davis stuff and all of his Weather Report albums and even a Zawinul Syndicate CD. But mainly remember being blown away seeing him, on a documentary on BBC4, playing a synthesiser keyboard with its keys reversed (ie the left-hand end plays the high notes and so on) just to practise and exercise his mind - and sounding fantastic. Very much like Hendrix, the way he could pick up a guitar strung any way and still get it to sound beautiful. He liked a drink, too.