The storm that felled my astronaut.

I'm very much a child of the space age - always watched every space mission, spent many hours trudging around Cape Canaveral, and am a huge fan of sci fi. So imagine how excited I was when, 25 years ago, at the height of my breakfast TV life, I found that I was to interview one of the Apollo 16 astronauts - one of the men who'd actually trodden on the moon. He was to be a guest on Good Morning Britain - I think he'd just brought out a book.

But then, at about 2.30am, I woke to the sound of crashing trees and a howling wind. It was the Great Storm of 1987 and it was in full flood as I made my way through the pitch black dark into work at 3.

By the time I went on air, in an emergency studio (we had no power for the big studio), we were beginning to realise that it wasn't just a London thing, it was affecting an enormous part of the country.

I was wearing a bright red sweater dress with a Bugs Bunny cartoon on the front. By the time reports of the first death came in, I couldn't change my outfit (no power in the wardrobe section) so I simply pulled my jumper around, so that I was wearing it back to front.

Gradually it became clear that the programme had become a 'news special' rather than a magazine show that morning, and so a decision was taken to drop the lighter elements of the show.

Thus my Apollo astronaut, who was sitting munching croissants in the Green Room (in the dark), was asked to leave. And I never got to meet him.

I'll always, always, always regret it.