On one of my first jobs, Cold Mountain, I got a wasp in my ear in front of Jude Law. He couldn’t see the wasp so just saw me freak out.

I started stammering badly the first time I was on live radio, on Woman’s Hour on Radio 4. When I think about it now it brings me out in a cold sweat.

The idiocy of going to Skye from New Zealand in April 2020. All of a sudden, I’m turning on the news and hearing myself as an item. I have never been more mortified.

I did an interview years ago and, after it finished, I made some passing comment about sex getting better as you get older – and they used that as the headline. The day the paper came out, I was in a restaurant with the family when a woman on the table next to me leaned over and said, in a sultry voice, “I read your article this morning.”

As someone who made people laugh, introduced them to good music and wasn’t too much of a pain in the arse.

Working in a bottle factory, which lasted one day, and the Radio 1 breakfast show.

Heights, something happening to my children and Manchester United getting good again (I’m a Man City fan).

This was said about me in a Radio 1 focus group: “I don’t pay my licence fee to hear scummy northerners.”

A nice long rest.

Nothing. I survived a cancer scare at 60, so I am just overjoyed to be here.