I guess the first was the death of George XI in 52. We got a day off school for the funeral.
A year later we were in London for the Coronation of QE2 but stayed home and watched it on TV.
In 57, I was living near Southampton and remember columns of troops and equipment heading for the docks at the start of the Suez crisis.
63 I remember getting home from work to kind my kid brother in tears because they had cancelled his favourite TV programme. “Who cares if someone shot the President?”
In 66, although I was not a football fan, I, like just about everyone else in the country, watched England win the World Cup.
In 69, I was glued to the TV, watching Buzz and Neil on the moon.
In 73, I voted in favour of staying in what was then the EEC.
In 81, we watched the wedding of Charles and Diana.
April to June 83, we all watched the unfolding events in the Falklands, especially the sinking of HMS Sheffield (by a French missile).
In 97 we were on our way home from France, and when we turned the radio on to catch up with the news, it was a shock to hear of Diana’s death.
On 11/9/01 I was driving a truck on a motorway. The radio was interrupted by the news from New York, and I really thought for a while that it was a play, like Orson Welles’s “The War of the Worlds” in 1938.
In 05 I was in London, but thankfully nowhere near the incidents when fifty-two people were killed and more than 700 injured by terrorists in the London Underground and a bus.