I remember the uproar when Mia Farrow had her hair cut short.

I remember thinking Connie Kay, who played drums on Astral Weeks among a million other things, was a woman. I was getting confused of course with Carole Kaye, who played bass on Pet Sounds among a million other things. Both of them geniuses.

I remember thinking that my log book said my Ford Mondeo was petrol blue. One day I realised it ran on petrol and was coloured blue.

I remember my brother’s ex Chloe at a wedding reception trying to get her friend Fliss to come and stand in the middle of the dance floor while the DJ played Brown Girl In The Ring. Chloe is from Liverpool. Fliss is brown.

I remember Roger Curtis’s band who often played at the Berrylands. They might have even have had a residency. They came to my dad’s studio and we recorded a few songs. One had the word ‘strawberry’ in the title but that’s all I can remember. Oh and one about drugs – a sort of cross between The Needle And The Damage Done and The Needle Of Death. And the Currys heir was their roady. Perhaps the band’s name rather than the song had something to do with strawberries.