The fact that, until recently, “the end of the world” would have seemed pretentious and evasive, and now seems like the only possible answer.

Wasting my life.

Flipping my wig.

That we will have waited too long to save the earth from environmental catastrophe.

You reach a certain point in life and suddenly know a lot of dead people, and I’ve noticed you don’t stop getting to know people who are dead. Those relationships continue and I like that.

It’s usually a slight feeling that, having got through the day, I didn’t get any time to do any writing or something creative – it was a lot of admin, exhaustion from that and rumination.

A movie. Does it have a name? It might do.

Steady, reaching, bewildered.

I’ve not always been great friend material. I’ve tried to get better at that, so to be remembered as reliable by a few would be great.

Putting chocolate mousse in my agent’s face. Somebody had done it to me – that thing where they go, “Smell this, it smells funny”, and then they put it in your nose. A year later I was in this French restaurant with a very 1980s-style dessert trolley and, before I knew it, I had a bowl of chocolate mousse in front of me. And my agent went, “What’s that smell?”, and it felt impossible not to … I immediately felt awful and tried to apologise. He, of course, said that he found it funny. But I knew he didn’t.