I remember thinking I’d rather stay a carpenter than rise to the position of manager of a furniture factory.

I remember seeing Tom Paxton at (I think) the Royal Albert Hall in the late Sixties. He looked up from his fingerpicking during an instrumental break and said ‘magic fingers’ (with a wry smile, of course).

I remember Emperor Rosko, a radio DJ.

I remember owning – and wearing – an orange and green paisley kipper tie. Now I only wear ties at weddings and funerals. Never for fun.