I remember my imaginary friend Joy. Or at least being told by my mum that I had an imaginary friend Joy.

I remember telling Marian that I had no friends other than my cat, Tinker.

I remember a boy in my class doing quite an impressive cartoon drawing of soldier. I think his name was Michael Green. Green was definitely his surname. I also remember him for annoying my dad by not saying thanks when we drove him home after working on stage one night after school.

I remember a time when 'boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down' was thought of as not really fit for public broadcast. The lyrics being played on radio today must have John Lennon whirling in his grave.

I remember when I would often print out maps of places I was going such as theatres or holiday destinations. Now I just tap the post code into my iPhone and up comes a map, with a suggested route if I want it.

I remember one of my colleagues on a creative writing course handing in erotic fiction. I don’t think it was ‘homework’. Just extra little bits he would ask the tutor to read and give him feedback on. Erotic is probably too classy a word. Dirty? I don’t think Naomi was impressed.

I remember Sutton library being in a large house, long since demolished, in the middle of Manor Park.