When I watched a series called Pose. The hospital scenes took me right back to when we were going through the Aids years. It’s the same with It’s a Sin.

I teared up when I did a voiceover for my memoir while talking about my mother-in-law, whom I adored and miss so much.

When Adèle walked down the road at the end of the film Blue Is The Warmest Colour.

I cry when I'm happy, I cry when I'm sad. I cried the other night watching some family getting back together on some documentary.

A detective, a train driver on the underground and Leyton Orient’s centre forward.

Nothing: the good times, the bad times, they make your character.

When the surgeon told me I wouldn’t be able to play the cello again, in 2013. I have a herniated disc and it’s pressing on a nerve in my neck. I announced I was stopping playing in 2014. I absolutely did not want to stop.

Twice I should have died in car accidents when both my cars were written off. I was completely unhurt; the cello was completely unhurt, too. A complete miracle.

I’m president of my neighbourhood association. At my first meeting there was a discussion about developments the association should oppose. I said: “Nothing could be as bad as that horrible new house next to the church.” “I designed that,” the chairman replied. I shut up.

My cello. At the time, in 1983, it was £192,500.