1977 saw the Queen's Silver Jubilee. I was a school child, just about to leave junior school. Two things stick in my mind some 27 years later: first all the school children were given a commemorative leather bookmark. Secondly, the street party we had. I lived in a suburban village called Pyrford, near to Woking in Surrey. Lincoln Drive was a mass of red white and blue bunting, and the man from the newsagent was cooking the barbecue. I remember he looked hot and bothered, and the food slid off the paper plate my mother had me perch on my lap while sitting on someone's wall. The children's fancy dress was quite amusing. My mother wanted me to go dressed in drag, I remember I refused and went as a nutty scientist. I didn't win anything!