My son Quinton. He’s working behind the scenes in the picture biz and he’s done it all on his own.

My father. He has treated every person he has met with kindness and respect.

Muhammad Ali – he made boxing the glamorous sport it is today. Last month I launched a petition to grant him an honorary knighthood.

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.

Not being chosen as the next Bond.

A bilious green suit springs to mind.

Slightly longer arms.

Telesales. I refused to wear a tie, but my argument that “They can’t see what we’re wearing” didn’t wash with the manager and I lasted a week.

My parents, for not pursuing an academic career.

Once in a Lifetime by Talking Heads. When I first heard it at 15, it was different to all the punk I was listening to. When I was starting out in my career, it was all about: ‘How is this possible? How am I doing this?’ Now it’s: ‘Is this my life? How did I get here?’ The lyrics are all about returning full to nature. That’s how I imagine death to be. So that’s what I want at my funeral. And they’ll play Combine Harvester by the Wurzels as people are leaving the church.