I was still a baby, and in my pram the first time I saw a black lady. My mother said that my eyes nearly popped out of my head, and that I stared after her - craning my head out of my pram until she'd totally disappeared.

When I was a tot (speaking by then) I was with her in a lift. A man with a missing leg was there too - apparently I was equally captivated by this new phenomenon and gazed at him (secretly from behind) quite stunned, but without piping up. I think what interested my Mother, was the fact I was aware enough of the sensitivities of human interaction by that point, not to comment.