In 1992 I was in New York, and somebody showed me a work by Louise Bourgeois. I never realised that sculpture could move me, and I was so affected by this piece that I bought it. It was a lot of money.

I decided I wanted a red convertible Jaguar, because I thought I would look the bee’s knees in it. The first time I drove it with the top down, it scared the shit out of me. After that, I only bought “mom” cars.

A bespoke wagonette I had made in Germany; I drive a pair of Clydesdale horses called Ronnie and Bruce.What do you most dislike about your appearance? The lot.

An apocalypse escape vessel – a steel hull ice-capable sailing boat for all the family that has almost zero electronics and is manual operation throughout – armed with an array of weaponry.

The death of my wife: I’d happily have gone first.

Having a heart attack two days after my wife’s funeral.

This morning. Thinking of my wife.

Murray Perahia, because he is a great pianist, and temporarily lost the use of one hand, which prevented him from playing. His courage was beyond description.

Unpacking scenery from a pantechnicon for the Carl Rosa Opera Company.

Basking in the sun.