What the three of us don’t watch is Arena Cinema on BBC2, featuring Francois Truffaut and Bill Douglas, and their films about childhood. I haven’t discovered the auteur yet and Dad and Kevin wouldn’t be interested if I had. But how strange that just a click away on my birthday, as The Big Match blares, are The 400 blows, and its hero’s ‘tremendous ability to stand up to life and survive’: and Bill Douglas’ Trilogy, so bleak, so hopeful: I’ll see it in Melbourne, ten years from now, and never ever forget it. But for now Kenneth Williams screeches again and I laugh.