My car, a dilapidated old Jag.

A bespoke wagonette I had made in Germany; I drive a pair of Clydesdale horses called Ronnie and Bruce.What do you most dislike about your appearance? The lot.

An electric car.

A mink coat in 1975 (it was the done thing then). It cost me £5,500.

The summer of 1997. My husband, who is an American, gave up everything to come and live with me in Edinburgh when we were students, and we were so skint but we had so much fun.

At a fashion show after-party in New York in 2004, my friend dared me to push her into the pool. I did, and you’ve never heard laughter die so quickly.

To my younger self. I was incredibly self-loathing and self-doubting, and I’m still undoing that damage 30 years later.

My mother and my brother would still be alive. So much of my life has been coping with the grief of losing them.

People who can’t hear other points of view. Absolute certainty always scares me a little.

When I was about 18, I worked on the chicken counter in a large supermarket, and every morning I had to pierce 64 birds on to industrial skewers to load up the rotisserie. That was very grim.