16: What is your earliest memory of a major/world event?
I would’ve been three and a half when the Falklands War started. I remember writing, “We are now at war with Argentina.” somewhere, although it beats me where. I was terrified - proper, physical, heart-plummeting-in-the-chest-cavity terrified - like when you’re driving and something happens and you think, “this is it, I’m going to die today”. All I knew about war was my parents’ tales of living through the Blitz in London, so I thought the air-raids were about to commence and my dad would go away to fly a ‘plane and maybe not come back. And jam, the jam would all be made out of sawdust and turnips. Nobody else in the family seemed to be overly concerned by our predicament, though, and I certainly wasn’t going to be the weakest link so I just sort of absorbed the fear and went about my business. (As I write this, I realise that’s prob’ly not normal. Ah well.)