I’d like to say sorry to my mother. I had to choose between my parents, and I chose my father because he didn’t have any other kids. (My mother was a war widow and had two children from her first marriage.) I thought, in a childish way, that one had to be fair. It was very difficult for my mother and me, and we never really got over it.

Martin Scorsese. I was, let’s say, slightly tactile with him during a Q&A; I was more nervous than I’ve been about anything. I kept tapping his knee, it might even have been bruised by the end.

My grandma, who died a few years ago, because I wasn’t able to see her on my last visit to Georgia.

My first wife – we were too young.

A hydrogen-powered private jet for me and my dog. We’d be zero carbon dioxide emissions, so could go anywhere we liked.

Boarding school. It was horrible.

Raising awareness of ethical and environmental issues in the clothing industry. I think I was the original whistleblower within fashion.

Hop-picking in Kent when I was 13. The smell was dreadful, and put me off beer for life.

Camping with my parents in the south of France. We went every year with the beautiful bell tent they made on a sewing machine. We even had a lavatory tent which was fabulous except, one day, it blew away with my father in it.

Threat of nuclear war, Iran/US situation, Syria, everything. I take sleeping pills.