To a resistant materials teacher at secondary school called Mr Noel. He had a comb-over and whenever he turned his back to write on the blackboard, we would roll up bits of paper and launch them at his head. Once, I hit him. I remember him turning around and looking crestfallen.

I think that’s a thesis.

My father because I was 12 when he passed and I blamed him for everything in my parents’ marriage. Now I realise he did the best he could and was just figuring life out like everybody else.

An ex-boyfriend who, looking back, I lost patience with. Now we know more about mental health, I think that was at the root of it; I am sorry I didn’t understand it at the time.

Losing my marbles.

A Rolls-Royce. I met my wife, Jackie, when I was filming a Lynda La Plante drama called The Governor. I fell in love with her instantly and I was bullshitting that I had a Rolls-Royce. When I finished filming, she decided to leave her country and come and live with me in London. On the way to the airport, I phoned my PA and said, “Go and buy a Rolls-Royce.”

I was born in 1964, in the most working-class area of Liverpool, so the N-word was bandied around a lot.

Love makes me feel sick. I get sick with worry about my kids. It keeps me up at night.

Cowardice. There are so many issues that I would like to express opinions about but I’m too scared to stick my head above the parapet because of the social media pile-on.

Selfishness and cruelty.