I was just preparing for my wedding - on the 10th. I was back in Southsea, Hampshire then, having just moved from near Leicester, and so glad to be back near the sea again.

I'd have been 28 years old, I had my Suzuki motorbike then, I think, was trying to get back into the folk scene around Portsmouth.

The attack on the embassy didn't really register as anything important, just one more thing in a whole line of events which seemed to be leading to an inevitable catastrophe. That it hasn't happened yet seems fairly inexplicable. Just thumps and bumps but no big bang.