That there is time. I doggedly prioritise and pursue tasks, and the day seems to open out and everything does get done. Chill.

Keep working, improving your step.

Worry about the things you can control and don’t worry about the things you can’t.

I'm convinced that about half of what separates the successful entrepreneurs from the non-successful ones is pure perseverance. It is so hard. You put so much of your life into this thing. There are such rough moments in time that I think most people give up. I don't blame them. Its really tough and it consumes your life.

Probably a train ticket anywhere in the UK.

An unhackable, simple-to-remember password that works for everything.

Caring, patient, considerate, innumerate.

After the third time someone’s late, we can’t be friends any more.

Audiobooks have allowed me to catch up on the books I always claimed to have read anyway. On long journeys I’ll often be listening to Kafka, Dostoevsky, Solzhenitsyn. It’s a fantastic way to pass time and often means I’ll turn up at the gig really depressed. So it’s a win-win.

When I was a kid I had a Saturday job in the stockroom of a supermarket. I remember everything in there being a little bit grubby and slightly sticky. We’d do things like play rugby with a swiss roll. I think of it every time I go shopping.