Ah, I was just remembering being at school - smoking with the 5th year lads behind the bike sheds, trying to cop off with all the girls, throwing stink bombs in through the staff room window..... The headmaster said I was the worst caretaker they'd ever had.
They say you always remember where you were when someone really famous dies. I was actually living in Paris when Princess Diana was killed. I reckon I must have been driving home from the pub in my white Fiat Uno around about the same time she died.