I know you've got some sweet memories...

Dear God in Heaven.

I've just spent half an hour in 1978; and I'm overly traumatized.

I was 14, in second year, and my very favourite thing to do was ice skating... I skated on Wednesday nights, Friday nights, Saturday all day and most Sunday's all days. My mate and I got the train over, and then walked about half a mile down a derelict street to get to the ice rink. One night we even encountered a flasher, we laughed and walked on.

When the ice rink closed at 10 pm, the last train had already left; so we would walk 2 miles to the town centre and get the bus which normally got us home by 11.

We were 14. We didn't have mobile phones. We were young and silly. And still they let us out.

Thursday nights were for Top of the Pops.

As I have watched this one, I have dipped further and further into the couch. Hot Chocolate were bad enough with their overtly suggestive hip thrusting, Legs and Co (Above) dancing around in a puddle in their underwear and what we called condom coats, but when Andy Cameron came on, bedecked in a Scotland shirt, shite white shorts, cap and a Scotland flag, wailing "Allie's Tartan Army", as I am want to do when embarrassment hits, I pulled the cushion over my head until the vision had disappeared. My overriding thought whilst I was hiding was "and people like this think Scotland should have independence".

Kate Bush was number one, and that transported me to "Halo" Hair, in Templehill in Troon, where a beauty salon sits now. Dawn was cutting my hair in the style of the moment. The "Halo", oh how topical the salon's name was. Dawn said to me, "have you heard that Kate Bush song", And I looked at this sophisticated hair stylist and wondered what I could say to endear myself to her. "Mmm" I said", "Noisy", I said.

What did I know - woman with hair messier than mine singing about Heathcliffe? I obviously didn't offend her; Dawn did my hair on my wedding day 12 years later.

And my halo hair style....nah, it really wasn't me - I was more a Purdie cut.