I remember Woolworths.

I remember how good the first series of Lost was. All those back stories. All those references. All that plotting. And I remember how disappointed we were at the second series. I think my favourite character was John Locke.

I remember Teilo Colley, news editor at PA, telling those of us who were listening all about Morrisons. Apparently it was a chain of supermarkets oop north. We hadn't heard of it.

I remember walking a very drunk Julie McGrath around the function room upstairs at the White Lion in Streatham, back when she used to be Julie Emmett. I can't remember who was supporting her other arm, but it was probably Derek McGrath. She only had to ask and she could so easily have become Julie Gurrin!

I remember falling in love with Nora - but no, I don't remember her surname. It was my first day at a new branch (Brixton) and she had just come back from holiday and was wearing brown legs, a short sundress and a thick Irish accent. I last saw her on the news reports from Dunblane, where a gunman had gone on a rampage. Her kids were at the school and she looked very schoolmummy but still had that accent.