I’d like a manoeuvre called after me, in the way Heimlich has.

As the billionaire philanthropist Anita Rani, who helped bring education to huge numbers of young women around the world.

Not at all! I don’t think that you can really choose what people will like, or say, or even remember about you. I mean, my God, probably the Birkin bag will be known. … If I look myself to find out the date of something — and the first thing that pops up is that bloody bag! I think it’ll be “Je T’aime Moi Non Plus,” when I go feet first, that’ll be the tune they’ll play on the television, and then talk about the bag

As a nice person who always put others before myself. I’d also like my own posthumous tartan.

I don’t like it when people manipulate your words, which sometimes happens in the tabloids.

J-Lo, a foreign correspondent and, at uni, I assumed that someone would tap me on the shoulder and ask me to be in MI6, but it never happened.

My younger self. I told myself so often that I was not good enough, that I was not smart enough, that I was not interesting enough, that I was boring and ugly. I wasn’t kind to my body, and I did and said things to myself that I would never do or say to a friend.

This sounds so silly, but I cry with happiness all the time. I cry when my flowers open!

I can’t say no. I am a people-pleaser, and it means that I burn myself out because I take on too much.

When I was growing up, I thought quicksand was going to be a much bigger fear to contend with on a day‑to-day basis. It hasn’t proved to be a bother yet, but there’s still time.