Looking after the flowerbed on my windowsill.

Painting 11 identical dentists’ offices magnolia. It was Kafkaesque. By the time you are in office four, you are losing your mind.

I haven’t really had a job. I used to work at my dad’s garden centre in my late teens, but it was just messing around.

Collecting glasses in a Lancashire pub. Try to take a pint glass with a millimetre of foam still in it, and you get a lit cigarette on the back of your hand.

I don’t think anything scares me. It’s a gift and I want to embrace it.

To a resistant materials teacher at secondary school called Mr Noel. He had a comb-over and whenever he turned his back to write on the blackboard, we would roll up bits of paper and launch them at his head. Once, I hit him. I remember him turning around and looking crestfallen.

Helen Mirren was in the elevator with me at the National Theatre. She pressed the button but it didn’t move. I said, “Fancy seeing you here and being stuck in an elevator.” And she said, “Was that meant to be funny?” I apologised, and she laughed. Even talking about it now, it feels so awkward and embarrassing.

Curious, playful and silly.

When I was naive to the complexities of life.

Finding a tenner in your jeans pocket. It has always been there but you find it at the moment you really need it.