I saw a very expensive painting by a wonderful American painter called Charles Burchfield. I really loved it – it hit me in the solar plexus – and I thought if I did three extra concerts on tour, I might be able to afford it. And I did.

A ring I bought at Reinstein Ross for myself after a big break-up. It was kind of shallow.

An ornate carved pool table. With travelling, I’ve not had a game on it in two years.

A hand-painted beaded dress from New York. It weighs about 16lb and cost me £4,000, 30 years ago.

I once had to dig a fire escape from a basement in a health club. It took two weeks.

At the time, losing our business, home and all our possessions in 1991 after the failure of our jewellery company. But if that had not happened then other good things would not have happened, either.

Getting my 21-year-old knees back.

My children. I was away an awful lot when they were little and not very good at being a father when I was around. I could have done better.

Despite a stroke, cancer as a child and various dramas with chainsaws and tractors, the closest was probably when I choked on a lamb chop 25 years ago. Sarah performed the Heimlich manoeuvre and the lamb shot out.