I remember Frank Whateley saying that poets don’t usually make good readers of their own poetry. I was keen to arrange for an OU tutor I had met, Alistair Wisker, who happened to be not only a published poet but also an old Tiffinian, to come and read some of his poems for a Tiffin Arts Society event. I lost.

I remember finding it quite refreshing listening to Margaret Rhodes on Desert Island Discs when, asked what she gave the King and Queen when they came to dinner at her lodgings in Buckingham Palace, she replied: ‘I don’t remember.’ So many people in so many autobiographies give so many detailed reports of past events, so many false memories? It was nice to hear an ‘important’ person say she didn’t remember stuff.

I remember my brother going to a fancy dress party (at least that’s what he told us) as Boy George. He was the business. And I believe we still have pictures.

I remember going on a caravan holiday to Perranporth en famille.