I really had no idea whatsoever. I feel that my life developed as I went along. I was never one of those people who, at an early age, had picked an objective and worked steadily towards it. All I knew was that I wanted to get involved in adventurous activity. I didn’t have any specific type of activity in mind, but I wanted to do things that were exciting and adventurous. I had a fairly diffused feeling as to what precisely it should be.

I always wanted to play tennis. Otherwise, I always thought it would be fun to do something in mathematics or physics.

At the end he asked me if I would like to go into the Army. I thought it would be splendid to command an Army, so I said 'Yes' at once: and immediately I was taken at my word. ... I was told later that he had only come to the conclusion that I was not clever enough to go to the Bar. However that may be, the toy soldiers turned the current of my life.

Sounds cliched, but I always wanted to be an actor.

The arcade game, Guitar Hero. I’ve got the full unit in my house. It’s so sad.

My children ending up anything like me.

Their inability to deal with my disorganisation.

I was once walking through Edinburgh with someone in the industry. I was quite drunk and I slowly wet myself.

When I was 17 I launched into a rant at my dad about what I thought of him. We never spoke about it again and then he passed away. I would love to say sorry to him.

My complete lack of organisation that affects all part of my life – my living space, my being in touch with people, everything. I am a walking shitshow.