Yes, for a lot of my life actually. It’s always been something I’ve struggled with, even now. My relationship with sleep and nighttime has affected me in so many ways, in more ways than I knew. So, I decided to write about it.

My husband snoring.

Material. I wake up in the middle of the night and write jokes.

Everything. I’ve one of those brains that doesn’t quieten down.

Retiring from playing rugby.

Their clothes' lines. The oil crisis could be solved if people didn't use dryers.

Every bad thing that’s happened, apart from Mum and Dad dying, it’s always led to something better. Always.

I spent years trying to work out the secret of acting. I read all the books by the great teachers and got nowhere. They were so busy making it sound complex. I just couldn’t figure it out. Then one day my acting coach in LA told me to ‘think before you act’. It was so simple – when you are acting don’t just speak the words, but concentrate and think about what you are going to say all the time. It worked for me.

I paid $84,000 in 1988 for a Porsche 928S.

As a kid I used to fantasize about being Clayton Moore, the masked hero in The Lone Ranger. I’m much too old to play him now – I’d have to be the baddie who he kills – although I do have a horse as King Arthur, well someone clopping along behind me with a pair of coconuts.