The London terror attack on 7/7 in 2005. I was in London the day before for the Olympic bid. When we won I thought, “I should stay over – it will be a great party tonight.” But I decided to go back to Manchester for training. Bombs went off on what would have been my route to the station.

When I was about seven or eight years old, I was messing about in a brook with my brothers and a friend of mine, Paul Hewitt, and I almost drowned. Paul saved me.

Climbing in Tibet, surfing in Australia and a moment ago by a courgette cutter as I dithered over one of these questions.

Being about nine metres away from a polar bear. In northern Canada, a young polar bear was very intrigued by our food. I was flying the drone at the time and the polar bear looked up and started paying attention, so then we flew the drone further away and he followed it while we got into our vehicles.

A black Mercedes 500 coupé in the mid-1980s. I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I’d seen. (I had been clubbing the night before.) And I can’t drive.

In my first bedsit when I went to art college in Leeds. It was a hideous basement, but I loved the freedom.

In the school holidays, I worked at a soft drinks factory in Southport.

Still being here, aged 60. If I thought I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself.

Yesterday: I went to see the film God’s Own Country.

To my first real boyfriend, for being so mean to him. But really I was just being mean to myself.