Hahahaha Bonzo! They were under strict instructions NOT to sing 'While shepherds washed their socks by night', but I did have to admire their united presence of mind about the remaining two kings. (The lad was bruised but hadn't broken any bones fortunately)

I was usually chosen to be the Narrator by my teachers when in the Infant School, because I read clearly and well. I was always rather sad about this, as I wanted to be the Virgin Mary or at least a blooming angel, but no. I wore an old red tartan kilt attached to a liberty bodice, and a Fairisle jumper. No glamour at all.

There's an old black-and-white photo of me standing at the front of the stage holding bravely forth. I was the skinniest, smallest kid imaginable (I started school at four and could already read fluently), and my mother would insist on my hair having 'curling rag-a-me-bobs' in it after washing, so I resembled Shirley blasted Temple.

But rebellion was brewing, as on my feet I'm clearly wearing one lace-up shoe and one plimsoll. Ha!