Being on a tube train going through Kings Cross station, London, in 1987 minutes before the station was engulfed in a massive fire.
My first day at work. In 1965 smoking in offices was normal and I virtually suffocated from the thick fug of tobacco smoke. Alarmingly, I soon got used to it.
A very informal interview for the Guardian in 1970. It took place in the local greasy spoon over bacon sandwiches. I didn't get the job.
Having food poisoning on a flight to Australia and finding the woman beside me also had food poisoning. So we were able to pinpoint the source - we had both had an egg sandwich at Costa, Heathrow.
Losing my sense of smell. No idea when that first happened, but it was well before covid so that wasn't the cause.
Being with a rather drunk girl friend (not Jenny) when she lost control of the car and drove into a field. Luckily neither of us was injured.
I could go on but I won't.