The first time I stood on top of the hill that I now live on, in 2007.

I'd say you've never seen me happier than at this particular moment.

When I got my dogs, Charlie and Ziggy Stardust. One is a pomeranian mix and the other is a rescue mutt, and, oh my God, he's so cute.

When my son was about three years old and I was working at the National Theatre. I remember cycling from Twickenham, and thinking, “This is the golden age: I’ll never be happier or more content than this.”

My son Ramón was the victim of my wrath at a particular time that still withers me with disgrace.

That I was partially responsible for bringing some extraordinary human beings into the world, and they responded to me as a loving father.

After the initial travel ban debacle, I wept with joy at all the good people who came out against this fascistic edict.

Shares in The Way, which turned out to be the best movie I have done. Written and directed by my son Emilio, it’s a father-son story about the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.

My wife Janet: she is the most scrupulously honest human being I have ever encountered.

That would have to be a film called Pickup On 101. It was a very interesting story, about a wandering musician and an old guy on his way back to his home town to spend his last days, but they made it into a pile of dishonest trash.