The arcade game, Guitar Hero. I’ve got the full unit in my house. It’s so sad.

Gender-affirming surgery. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not widely available on the NHS and a lot of it you have to pay for yourself.

Thirty-odd years ago I bought a black pinstripe suit which I thought was £900. But when I went to pay that was just the jacket – the trousers and waistcoat were extra. I didn’t have the balls to put anything back. I dread to think how much it cost me in the end.

Art. We have some Picassos and Diego Riveras.

Ignorance and rudeness. Decency and a please and thank you cost nothing.

I was a guard on the Orient Express – however, only when it was stationed at a railway siding in Vauxhall.

I’m slightly impatient.

Looking back is not productive.

Funny, loyal, genuine.

I last shed a tear when my nephew, who is under 10, announced that he was learning the trombone. When I was about the same age and wanted to learn the trumpet, a music teacher said: “The trumpet isn’t for you. You’ve got too-thick lips.”