I cried last week after talking about marriage equality with my daughters. My oldest let slip that she believed that if the supreme court overturned Obergefell, she wouldn’t have parents any more. I felt angry with my country and ashamed that I didn’t consider the possibility that she might think that.

The last time I really sobbed was watching Daniel Radcliffe’s documentary about his stuntman on the Harry Potter movies [David Holmes: The Boy Who Lived].

Watching Long Lost Family on telly.

I cry if one of the kids says something profound without knowing it; I cry at adverts; I cry at Strictly Come Dancing.

A spreadsheet that, taking into account all other people’s experiences, makes it absolutely clear that I do have enough sex.

I’ve never been entirely happy, although for about 45 seconds after David Platt scored the winning goal against Belgium in the World Cup in 1990, I kind of blacked out with joy.

My parents, for my new show.

My daughter Dolly singing Your Song by Elton John when she was 11. I was filming and the filming is pathetic because you can tell I’m just wobbling with tears. I want everyone to cry at my funeral, including my daughter.

The comedian Norm Macdonald. He’s the funniest man in the world, but so committed to being funny, he’s continually screwing up his career.