I travelled back in time to the 1960s where I found myself outside a concrete football stadium, in the company of actor Phil Davis. Conscious of the sexist attitudes of a half century ago, I steeled myself for inappropriate remarks.

Although I knew that it was possibly against the rules, I decided to tell Mr Davis about the technology treats of the future. First I described text-based e-mail systems. Then I moved on to the emergence of the World Wide Web and twenty-first century habits related to 24-hour Internet access. He was fascinated, if a little incredulous.

Meanwhile my niece AF mugged a man for a diamond bracelet. When I pointed out that her victim was her uncle RH she was very ashamed – especially since he was planning to leave the bracelet to her in his will.