A painting by Renoir, paid for by demanding a huge fee for a screenwriting deal with a producer I didn’t want to work for. The movie was never made.

Buying art…. But it makes me happy!

A pair of Saint Laurent trousers.

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.

Thrust into my profession without any training whatsoever, I had to just flounder and just find my way. It was an agonizing experience. It’s like jumping off a diving board in the Olympic contest without knowing how to swim or dive, and I just had to find my way. So one day, I said to Jimmy Cagney, “Jimmy, what is acting?” and he said, “I don’t know.” He said, “All I can tell you is whatever you say, mean it,” and I thought that marvelous counsel.

Nelson Mandela.

Doing cryptic crosswords or, equally, reading tales of mystery and imagination.

The deception and exploitation of the naïve and defenseless.

The loss of physical, financial, and psychological independence.

In their company, each of us doing his/her own thing in perfect harmony.