Its not how you remember it, is it? I'd love to see a video recording of say, my holiday when I was 7 and we went to Tenby and it was silly daft hot and I recall hearing Autobahn on SImon Bates' Golden Hour (I was born in 1874), but if someone showed me hard video evidence of every day of that holiday I would think otherwise and it would seem less halcyon?

I love the onslaught of time and those cheeky misinformation bursts your brain occasionally has though -the nearer you think you are to your childhood the further away you are from your grave - mentally at least anyway.

In other news I'm concerned about Ashes to Ashes. The Neon Bible of Gene Hunt's imaginary career.

I like snooker.