A cafeteria in Glasgow where the manager was horrible. I walked out and got a great job in a betting shop.

Father Christmas at a department store. The plaintive sadness of the children’s unrealistic requests was almost unbearable.

I worked in the stores of Edgware hospital when I was about 17, and it was grey and depressing.

On a cosmetics production line. I walked out after half a day.

In my professional life, the musical Chess on Broadway. It was a resounding fiasco and played for two months. The butcher of Broadway, Frank Rich of the New York Times, was probably very pleased: I’ve never seen such a bad review in my life.

It’s a calm and secure feeling of deep loyalty.

My surname. You have no idea how many versions I’ve read and heard. It was especially irritating during my Abba years. You can imagine someone calling our hotel and saying: “I’d like to speak to one of the guys in Abba.” Who do you think the receptionist called, Andersson or Ulvaeus?

Successful like my two uncles, who were paper industry magnates.

If it wasn’t for coronavirus, it would be right now. All my life I’ve felt a pressure to achieve. It’s gone now, and that gives me a sense of freedom. Whenever I, for short moments, forget about corona and climate change, I’m happy.

Bill Gates. Not only did he build Microsoft, he went on with his wife to create the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. They support the, in my view, single most important factor in making the world a better place – empowerment of women and girls.