I have recollections of the Suez Crisis of 1956. Through one of those quirks of fate, an international event had an impact on the family, as my father was transferred work-wise from Lancashire (my mother's home all her life) to York to replace his predecessor who was in the territorial army and called up to serve.
Dad and I also shared an interest in journalism and I always fancied working as a newspaper librarian, or as a BBC researcher, though jobs are few and far between. However my second professional post was to set up a modern studies information unit at Edinburgh's College of Education. This was long before the internet, and it involved project files of ephemera - mainly press cuttings, so I got to look though all the quality daily papers - a great job.
Frustratingly I had to wait quite a time to exercise my own vote - I was 21 just after one election and had to go another 4-5 years before having the next opportunity. I did attend some hustings in the days when candidates actually tried to meet the public and once went late at night to hear the results announced from the Town Hall balcony - and that sums up my poliical activities. Wearing a duffel coat was the closest I came to student rebellion!