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

I splash out on holidays and scented candles – I’ve got one that my fiancee won’t let me light, so it’s just for show.

Perfume for the wife, and the Jaguars. They were always secondhand. I have had every kind except the E-Type.

A black Russian terrier – I paid almost £4,000 for him.

My life won’t have full quality until we achieve equality for all.

I’ve had a surprising number of near-death experiences: I was nearly blown up by a landmine in Sudan; I was stranded on the Zambezi river at night; I was bucked off a rodeo horse in Arizona and had to be airlifted to hospital; and, worst of all, I once ate a Pot Noodle.

How about The Hokey Cokey? That’s always fun, especially if they’re carrying the coffin.

Like driving a Ford Mustang with the top down across the Golden Gate Bridge while the sun is setting and you have a dinner reservation in Sausalito.

Bloody radiator keeps banging. I think it needs air releasing but I don’t have a bleeding key.

As having done my best.