I don’t know, and I’m completely OK with not knowing.

I think we go back into the earth.

Oh, man. Well, I hope when we die, it’s the same as before we were born. No one’s really frightened of that enormous, infinite blackness before we were born. No one sits there thinking, “Oh, God, how awful. I was nothing.” So I don’t really see why we should be frightened of that after we die, as long as it is black. I really don’t want to be up there on a cloud playing a harp, meeting some of the people I’ve hated in my life. I can’t imagine a greater nightmare. That would be hell, in fact.

When my mother died in my arms, I feel I witnessed her spirit leaving her body, so let’s just wait and see.

My husband, Ludo, for not really getting why war movies are fun to watch.

The very first day that I was filming Top Gear, for which I was so unqualified because I’d only ever driven a Fiat Uno. I got into a DB7 Vantage Volante outside the Aston Martin factory, put my foot on the accelerator and bunny-hopped across the gravel because I’d forgotten to take the handbrake off.

“We’d love you to be on the cover of our magazine and we’ll give you a makeover.”

A brilliant hi-tech, low weight tent.

I wanted to be in the circus.

People having really loud conversations on their phones in public places.