A case of Chateau Margaux 59.

An old camper van that has cost me more in repairs than my house, my wedding and all the holidays I’ve ever been on.

In 1992 I was in New York, and somebody showed me a work by Louise Bourgeois. I never realised that sculpture could move me, and I was so affected by this piece that I bought it. It was a lot of money.

My short film, Scrubber, in 2011. At that time in my life it seemed easier to pay for it myself than to apply for funds.

At the beginning of lockdown; it was just me and my new baby and my partner in the house. It was lovely.

For Good, from the bit in Wicked the Musical where the two witches go their separate ways. The lyrics are about people coming to your life for a reason, who might not stay very long, but there’s a reason they’ve played a part in your life. I well up thinking about it.

Scary, because when you really love, it means that you are really scared of losing it as well.

On BBC Breakfast, I accidentally said “fuck” on air. My microphone had been turned on when I wasn’t in the room. It went out across the telly and they had to apologise.

Some famous people. I am not giving you names.

As a good friend.