Three degrees: I paid my kids’ uni fees.

I have a Stratocaster, which is part of my long, doomed ambition to become Jimi Hendrix.

When I was 24 or 25, I bought a Warhol canvas. It was a lot of money to throw down on a little painting, but I’ve always loved art.

A Burberry mac: I am not a handbag or shoe person, but I do like a nice coat.

One great big artistic challenge.

As a teenager I told my father, “You led us into the camp like sheep to slaughter.” I knew I had hurt him, this man that I loved so much. That’s haunted me all my life.

Pope Francis, who left the Vatican to wash the feet of non-believers.

After the war, when I was about nine, we were held up in our home. The robbers grabbed my father and had a gun at his throat. It was terrifying. My mother got a wad of money and gave it to the people, and they ran away.

There’s no point living at my age with many ingrained great fears. Though I do have that dream that I walk out onto the stage nude. Does that count?

I don’t know about perfect, but a creamy scoop of green-tea ice cream comes fairly close.