At my friend Billy’s funeral last month. He died suddenly in his sleep and was only 61.

Driving the other day; thinking about being 19 and being in prison, tears came to my eyes.

I cry all the time. Films can tip me over. Especially Pixar ones. I alarmed my kids when we went to see Coco – I was a mess. I cried at the Elton John gig at Glastonbury.

The last time I really sobbed was watching Daniel Radcliffe’s documentary about his stuntman on the Harry Potter movies [David Holmes: The Boy Who Lived].

Katy Perry. I hired a Russell Brand lookalike as a joke for the radio, and she thought it was actually him. When she realised it wasn’t, she burst into tears. She was still married to him, but I didn’t take into account that there were things going on that we didn’t know.

Heights. For Children in Need, I had to abseil off the Orbit in the Olympic Park. It was the most terrifying thing I’ve done.

Still biting my nails.

Now. I’ve moved to Hertfordshire after 25 years in London, got a fiancee and a dog, so everything has fallen into place.

I splash out on holidays and scented candles – I’ve got one that my fiancee won’t let me light, so it’s just for show.

I went on a private jet with David Hasselhoff, and it was so turbulent between LA and Vegas I thought it was going down. I also thought: “The headline won’t be about me; it will be: David Hasselhoff and friend.”