I was 12 and a half. We had a television - remember the size ot those screens? Nowadays we have tablets bigger than those. Imagine half the neighbourhood crammed into our sitting room, trying to get a view of the screen. It wasn't raining in Ayrshire and in the afternoon, I cycled to the football ground where there was to be a pageant, organised by my uncle, the town's provost. In an early scene, I was an ancient Briton, clad in a sack; later, I was a lady in Mary Queen of Scots' court. I can't remember the rest of the show, but it was fun to be a part of it.