The motorcycle crash, but also when a neon sign fell on my head in Soho in the 90s.

I had a cardiac arrest in 2010. I also had a close call in the early days in Cardiff when I was in a band called the Denims. We were in a van driving along a narrow mountain road. Somebody wanted to go to the toilet, so we stopped, and afterwards the driver took a wrong turn and we went careering down the mountain. Everyone was screaming, it was like a nightmare. At the bottom was the railway line, but the van stopped just in time. We were very lucky.

On a camping holiday in Scotland when I was nine: I was in an inflatable dinghy that drifted out to sea. A lifeboat had to come.

The birth of my daughter.

Chekhov said, any idiot can weather a crisis, it’s the day-to-day living that wears you out. I think the same is true for great achievements. It’s not a big thing, but one ought to feel proud about the small moments in which you might have helped, cared for, or done something good for others.

We don’t play songs at funerals where I’m from, but if they had to – Michael Jackson’s Billie Jean.

That to-do list I am supposed to get through but can’t summon the energy for in these weird, distracted times.

Today, waking up in the dark hours of the morning with a litter of puppies snoozing on my bed.