My surname. You have no idea how many versions I’ve read and heard. It was especially irritating during my Abba years. You can imagine someone calling our hotel and saying: “I’d like to speak to one of the guys in Abba.” Who do you think the receptionist called, Andersson or Ulvaeus?

I would be much more available for my brother when he was not well and try to understand more about mental health, which I didn’t know anything about at the time.

I wouldn’t have spent so much time trying to be a professional skateboarder or snooker player.

That moment in Bilbao in 2020, when I tried to cross the street and did a pirouette and suffered a dreadful break in my right leg, which means now I have 10 screws and a band in it.

Nothing – I don’t like music. I want my funeral to be uncomfortably quiet.

Cleaning toilets at McDonald’s when I was 16.

To be looked at.

Ten years ago, I went to visit my dad in Australia. I walked to the edge of a cliff and looked over and tripped. I righted myself but my head was over the edge. No one saw it.

My A-level results - I got two Cs and an A. I had applied to do philosophy at Cambridge, and thought my life was over.

I didn’t learn to be intimate with people until I was in my 20s, so I was a very bad friend in my teens. There was a girl I was best friends with at college; I always used to kiss the boys she liked. I’d like to apologise to her.