I remember - you were a very low diver and you kept locking the rod so I couldn't ass you.

I used to wince at they way you changed ears.

I got stuck on a 'bus one day. One of the tyres had deflated. Fortunately the vehicle was equipped with a radio and the driver, obviously being unable to mount the spare himself, yelled back to his base "Ring the changes, I'm in trouble". Talk about efficiency! Within minutes every church in the neighbourhood had activated its bells.

My pottery classes came in handy when I took my driving test. The examiner complimented me on my three pint urn.

Very little traffic in East Anglia, which is why you can enjoy a relaxing holiday on the Norfolk Roads.