‘I was walking along a street one day, it was summer, not this summer, last year I mean. It was summer but the street was empty. I was on my way to the Showcase and I’d taken that short cut from town behind the cathedral and I was walking quite quickly because I was late to meet a friend.’

‘Boyfriend?’

‘No, just a friend, so I was hurrying because we had tickets to that thriller, the big one, about the, I can’t remember. Anyway, we were going to have a drink first …’ My memory for that sort of thing has always been quite poor – the names of things; films, books, television programmes – people too. I’ve never known whether it’s related to my condition or just one of those things. In my professional life, I’ve compensated by always keeping careful note of everything – in my personal life, I’ve got used to just being a bit rubbish.