An electric-yellow mohair rug.

Legal advice. It was worth it. Know your rights.

A painting by Renoir, paid for by demanding a huge fee for a screenwriting deal with a producer I didn’t want to work for. The movie was never made.

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.

The summer of 1997. My husband, who is an American, gave up everything to come and live with me in Edinburgh when we were students, and we were so skint but we had so much fun.

People who can’t hear other points of view. Absolute certainty always scares me a little.

At a fashion show after-party in New York in 2004, my friend dared me to push her into the pool. I did, and you’ve never heard laughter die so quickly.

To my younger self. I was incredibly self-loathing and self-doubting, and I’m still undoing that damage 30 years later.

My mother and my brother would still be alive. So much of my life has been coping with the grief of losing them.

When I was about 18, I worked on the chicken counter in a large supermarket, and every morning I had to pierce 64 birds on to industrial skewers to load up the rotisserie. That was very grim.