I remember playing along (sort of) on my guitar to Singing Time – the B-side of Tommy Steele’s Little White Bull. I have only just found out – some 48 years on – that it lasted little more than a minute and a half.

I remember walking among the rafters of Tiffin School. We used to keep some of the stage equipment there. And I remember rumours of a dead pigeon in the water tank. That bit might be a false memory, relating to Fawlty Towers.

I remember Ty Hardin. Not sure why. I think he was in a cowboy series.

I remember Jim Greenwood (our English teacher) telling us Zen stories such as the one where a butcher cuts his meat in such as way that his knife never gets blunt, or a drunk man falls down stairs and doesn’t get hurt.

I remember Sea Monkeys. I think I might even have ‘grown’ some.

I remember having a Seebackroscope.

I remember wishing I had X-ray vision, or the ability to hypnotise girls.