373. I remember newsreels.
374. I remember Vijay Amritraj, whose always seemed to go out at the quarter final stage of Wimbledon in the most entertaining game of the tournament.
375. I remember Pinky and Perky.
376. I remember The Raging Moon, in which the lead characters were in wheelchairs.
377. I remember Fattypuffs and Thinifers.
378. I remember milk bottles at the doorstep whose metal tops had been pierced by hungry blue tits.
379. I remember when train carriages had door handles.
380. I remember the boy from our school who fell out of a moving train to his death when opening a door handle.
381. I remember the weightlifter Precious McKenzie.
382. I remember the Lib-Lab Pact.
383. I remember the Robinson Crusoe television series and how it dutifully included all of the novel’s back story, including his capture by pirates, as confusing flashbacks.
384. I remember dib dib dib dob dob dob.
385. I remember the evocative names of the climbs at Harrison’s Rocks: Long Layback, Bow Window, Sashcord Crack, Giant’s Ear, Unclimbed Wall.
386. I remember AltaVista.
387. I remember Kung Fu.
388. I remember when my peers were fiercely divided into two camps: those who championed Bruce Springsteen, and those who preferred Eddie and the Hot Rods.
389. I remember Ade Coker.
390. I remember petrol pump attendants.
391. I remember when it snowed every year.
392. I remember Hughie Green saying that he meant that most sincerely.
393. I remember being taken on a primary school trip to see Fantasia and being so annoyed by it that I wanted to leave the cinema – the first time I had ever thought such a thing (but destined not to be the last).
394. I remember blazers.
395. I remember the powerful theme music for Weekend World (Nantucket Sleighride by Mountain), which made current affairs seem particularly urgent.
396. I remember being introduced to the pen-and-paper game Battleships and thinking this was the most exciting thing ever.
397. I remember fish and chips served up in newspapers.
398. I remember when there used to be litter bins at London railway stations.
399. I remember Joyce Grenfell.