I remember when Boudicca was spelt Boadicea, and pronounced Bow-diss-ee-a instead of Boo-dick-a.

I remember Ram Jam Singh. He was in the upper remove or something like that and good friends with someone whose surname was Cherry. Thanks to the wonders of Google I've just established it was Bob Cherry - and they were characters in Billy Bunter.

I remember being introduced to the wonder that was Molesworth in a coach on the way back to school, I think by Andy Mackie, who perhaps then lent me the book, which I think was a compendium. I went on to buy the books and the compendium.

I remember Joe Melia.

I remember a print of The Light Of The World by Holman Hunt that used to hang on the wall in the Bunyan Baptist Chapel.

I remember seeing the unmistakable form of John Cooper Clarke walking along Streatham High Road with what looked like Nico in tow.

I remember seeing the Gutter Brothers busking in New Covent Garden. They were phenomenal. The washboard player/singer wore different coloured plimsoles, which for some reason impressed me. Not long after I went to a freshers' ball at Kings' College medical school and you could have knocked me down with a feather - the Gutter Brothers were the live act.

I remember an elderly customer at Streatham who - I felt sure - was being ripped off by her son who had a power of attorney over her account. I made it as hard for him as I could and even went to visit her to try to ascertain what was going on but as far as I know he got away with it. Margaret came with me on the visit so we didin't rush back to the office - we had a nice break on Streatham Common.

I remember visiting Alderley Edge on my way back from somewhere or other. I knew it as the background to Alan Garner's novels though I fear it is more famous nowadays for being the home of various football players. I had my camping stuff with me and actually found a cave and cooked myself a meal.