Ah, yes, the bombs! Me mam was at the pictures during the Blitz period when she had a funny premonition in the middle of the film. She convinced her mates to leave with her and a few minutes later the whole place was flattened.

A few years later as a toddler I was larkin around on the bombed buildings at the end of our street when somebody threw a half brick and split me head open. Well, that's my excuse!

It's okay to mention the bombs now. In fact there's a marvellous exhibition of the whole show down Whitefriargate.