Not a child, which was short-sighted of me.

A saxophonist, but destiny chose another path for me, and I’m glad it happened that way.

An actor or stuntman: I loved Lee Majors in The Fall Guy.

I wanted to be a prosthetic makeup artist after watching A Nightmare On Elm Street.

Jazz, Delicious Hot, Disgusting Cold by the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band. Whenever Rik and I got stuck writing a script, we would put this on and the world would immediately seem to be a more stupidly brilliant place again.

I hit a bit of lumpy tarmac driving my motorbike over the Pyrenees in the early 1980s. There was no safety barrier and I found myself riding along the edge of a precipice on half the width of the tyres for 100 yards.

I practise stoicism. Not the stiff-upper-lip, modern stuff, but the ancient Greek philosophy. You have to accept what you can’t change. I try to face forwards all the time. When that doesn’t work, I think about buying a machine gun.

Not doing Top Of The Pops when The Young Ones’ single went to number one.

I worked in the largest pork pie factory in Europe. I had a plastic mushroom-shaped thing and had to tamp down the meat into the pie base. It was a conveyor belt of pies from nine to five. The worst thing was the crackly AM radio, which was played loudly through the tinny tannoy system. I still can’t listen to I’m Not In Love by 10cc without thinking of raw minced pork.

My granddaughter is only one, but she gives the best hugs. That’s when I’m happiest at the moment.