I take my family on holiday. We went to Egypt just after Christmas. Golly, it’s expensive.

I have a Maserati. I love pop art and I collect Warhol, Hirst and Hockney.

I have quite a collection of ironic band T shirts.

A 28ft motorboat, which sat in the water for two years because I was so busy working.

To my parents for all the mess-ups. There have been times when I’ve been going through something and I’ve thought, God, I’m so glad my mum and dad are dead, because they don’t have to go through it with me.

Cowardice. There are so many issues that I would like to express opinions about but I’m too scared to stick my head above the parapet because of the social media pile-on.

Love makes me feel sick. I get sick with worry about my kids. It keeps me up at night.

I was born in 1964, in the most working-class area of Liverpool, so the N-word was bandied around a lot.

Losing my marbles.

Filming a TV show in a field in the snow in February in the Dublin hills for 14 hours; the director said, “We’re not going to get that shot today.”