A cream suit from Chanel that cost almost as much as a small car.

Some material things make my life more enjoyable; many, however, would not. I like having an expensive private plane, but owning a half-dozen homes would be a burden. Too often, a vast collection of possessions ends up possessing its owner.

A Savile Row suit. Never again. Although I love it, I still feel guilty about what it cost.

A walk-on part for my mum in Les Misérables. It was in a charity auction. She always dreamed of being in a West End show.

The time I told my father I hated him, causing him a lot of pain. He passed away six years ago, and my mother eight years ago.

In 1989, in Cuba, about to board a plane for Milan, where I was going to school for a year. The visa didn’t arrive in time, so I couldn’t board. The plane crashed and people died.

Selling stolen mangoes to pay for a cinema ticket, aged eight.

As someone who made a difference.

A few nights ago I was crying in my sleep, dreaming of my dead parents.