Working in a call centre in Cardiff for British Gas. I was 21 and, I am ashamed to say, one Monday morning I ran away. I said I was going to the loo and never went back.

I was a floor model briefly at Bloomingdale’s in New York in 1979. I hated it. When no one was watching, I would lock myself in the toilet and read.

After Emmerdale, babysitting. I freaked out – I couldn’t believe people put me in charge of their children.

I was a ticket taker at the Universal Amphitheatre, an outdoor music venue. I saw everybody – Joni Mitchell, Linda Ronstadt, Neil Young, the Eagles, Elton. But, after that, we had to clean the women’s restrooms and that was horrible. There was a lot of drinking, a lot of vomiting, a lot of very messy bathrooms.

Once in a Lifetime by Talking Heads. When I first heard it at 15, it was different to all the punk I was listening to. When I was starting out in my career, it was all about: ‘How is this possible? How am I doing this?’ Now it’s: ‘Is this my life? How did I get here?’ The lyrics are all about returning full to nature. That’s how I imagine death to be. So that’s what I want at my funeral. And they’ll play Combine Harvester by the Wurzels as people are leaving the church.

Not being chosen as the next Bond.

Aung San Suu Kyi, for her resilience and determination.

My parents, for not pursuing an academic career.

A bilious green suit springs to mind.

Slightly longer arms.