We used to have an annual reunion at Duxford, and it was amazing that with all the pilots who were still alive, you immediately – I mean, I had been in films for God knows how many years and that, but you immediately had a rapport which you never had with anybody else; it was unbelievable, you know. And they called me Heine, my nickname, and so on, and Pinkie Stark was my squadron commander, reminded me of a lot of things: that he'd stayed in my house with my mother in Hampstead when we went to Johnny Baldwin's wedding – forgotten all that, but they were still living in the past, really.

And the sad part is that there's nobody around any longer, you know, so there's no sense in my going to Duxford, you know. There's one pilot of 609 Squadron, who is Sir Joe Atkinson, but I never knew him – he was during the Battle of Britain, and he was shot down over the Channel and he got away with it, you know, even though he was for six hours in the water. And he's one of the… he's 92 or 93, and one of the most educated, nicest men… I didn't know him at the time when I joined 609, but we are very friendly, and I invite him down to the RAC, my club, you know. And he's the only one left, you know? It's unbelievable!