I’ve shat myself in public three times. It’s never quite as bad as you fear.

I once asked a young woman if she had ever heard of the musician Laura Marling, insinuating I knew Laura Marling, to which she replied: “I am Laura Marling.”

Years ago, I was trying to get with one of the big agencies and I cobbled together a VHS tape of me in adverts and sobbing in The Bill, and took it United Agents for the attention of Dallas Smith. A week later I went back and said, “Has she looked at the tape?” And they were, like, “Dallas is a he, no he hasn’t and he doesn’t want to,” and handed it back to me.

Appearing on US breakfast radio. I heard the DJ say that after the news we would hear from the author Lincoln Child. I had to choose between making a guy with a mixed-up PR release look like an idiot or pretending to be Lincoln. I pretended.

On the way here, because I was late.

I worry a lot about how to juggle being a single parent and working – scheduling keeps me up at night!

None. I’m not ashamed. I’m dyslexic so I don’t read a lot of books.

Be true to yourself.

As an Italian, tinned spaghetti. As a child, I was once served it at someone’s house. It was quite frightening.

Alanis Morissette because, in my earlier career, she was a big influence on me and had a feistiness that you didn’t see much of in women in the industry. Also, she has been very vocal about mental health issues.