I enjoyed the Stafford pageant, the floats, dancing, marching bands. I was in one or two myself and my Mum in her heyday did The Beatles. What about the big Gas thing where Sainsbury's is parked now. I spent a day or two watching The Colosseum smouldering hoping that nothing like it would ever return . . and one of my earlier memories is, my Mum dragging me into the local butchers every Saturday and being greeted by a blood covered butcher, that man terrified me for years. Who knew then that 20 odd years would pass and I'd fall in love with his son and make him a Grandad.