I was a floor model briefly at Bloomingdale’s in New York in 1979. I hated it. When no one was watching, I would lock myself in the toilet and read.

Working in a call centre in Cardiff for British Gas. I was 21 and, I am ashamed to say, one Monday morning I ran away. I said I was going to the loo and never went back.

Double-glazing sales when I was about 16 – on the phone, cold calling. Horrendous.

I was what I call a “nut lifter” in a factory in Enfield. I had to get nuts and bolts from the production line into big tins.

That moment in Bilbao in 2020, when I tried to cross the street and did a pirouette and suffered a dreadful break in my right leg, which means now I have 10 screws and a band in it.

In 2006, I went fishing for red snapper in the Gulf of Mexico. On the way back, one of the engines caught fire and then we had one engine for 70 miles. Slowly but surely, we got to Baton Rouge in the darkness but then got very close to a very large passing ship – they didn’t see us and we didn’t see them.

One horrible afternoon in Chicago when I forgot my words in The Marriage of Figaro, in a role I’d sung hundreds of times.

I’ve been a strong advocate that all my five children should be great swimmers, so you can deduce what my fear is.

“You’re a wonderful musician but a terrible friend.” It was Daniel Barenboim, the famous conductor, because I didn’t have time in the calendar to work with him.

I loved my 1 minute 40 seconds singing at the coronation of King Charles. I was the most nervous I’ve been.