I was 14 on Hallowe’en 1992. Was that too young to watch Ghostwatch? Probably, but it was a Saturday; and anyway, there was no one to stop me. Like so much of my childhood from the age of 10, I was home alone.
I’d moved from Essex to Norfolk with my parents in 1988. Dad had been made redundant from his job at Tilbury Docks and had invested his severance money in a pub. Now, of course, it seems an illadvised move, as my dad was an alcoholic. It didn’t go so well.
On 24 November 1992 the Queen gave her Annus Horribilis speech (‘One’s Bum Year’ was the headline). My Bum Year had
