A Henry Darger painting. Sadly, I lost it in the divorce, but it was a great parting gift.

My dog was quite expensive. She’s a Bedlington whippet, named Rafi after Mohammed Rafi, the famous Indian singer. She’s got a boy’s name, but she doesn’t mind.

A trip that was, like, $100k. It was a lot of money and I didn’t even go on it. It was to St Barts. I paid for me and my friends and a lot of stuff fell apart, and then it ended up with one of my friends just going with his girlfriend.

In my 30s, I was staring at a pair of expensive boots in a shop window when the photographer Gordon Parks came up behind me. He instantly understood, because he grew up even poorer than me; he made me buy them on my credit card.

That Scottish tennis has failed to capitalise on the successes of Jamie and Andy.

On a flight, last February, from Atlanta to Rio. We went through a storm and I was convinced that the plane was going down. The overhead cabins were opening, everything was falling out, people were screaming and I was hanging on to my seat.

When Sean Connery died. He was a big tennis fan – a big Andy fan – and I met him a few times.

Firm, fair, fun.

Billie Jean King. She’s the reason tennis is such an equal sport in terms of opportunity for women.

When I was 17, I was offered a tennis scholarship at the University of Virginia. I wish I had been brave enough to take it.