What a charming man Peter Cushing was! He knew the designer of every item of clothing I was wearing (although as I kept confiding to the girls around me, I had only paid £1 in a charity shop for most of them, and the rest were from clothes swap). He kissed my hand and he and his lovely wife walked away over Waterloo Bridge.

Elsewhere I felt very important in a service station carpark when my friend P arrived on a big motorbike. I was a girl gang biker!