Digging holes in Manchester in January.

Cleaning toilets in a hotel in Croydon when I was 16. A guest once gave me a half-eaten bag of pistachios as a tip, so there were perks.

I haven’t really had a job. I used to work at my dad’s garden centre in my late teens, but it was just messing around.

I worked on a kibbutz in Israel and had to clean out the chicken run. It was like an oven. Inside were rows and rows of chickens that had been shitting for months – the whole floor was six inches deep in chicken shit.

A couple of years ago we moved to East Sussex – I had been living in London for 35 years – and couldn’t work out why I kept waking up and thinking, what’s that sound? It was actually silence.

After the birth of both my children, although Manchester United winning the treble in 1999 came pretty close.

Outliving my kids – and rats.

Live in the moment. Enjoy life because time cruelly speeds up as you get older and becomes scarily finite.

Arrogance, bullying, meanness – just try to be kind, it’s not difficult.

Going to pieces while meeting John Squire, the lead guitarist of the Stone Roses, backstage after a gig. I completely lost the ability to speak. I told him I had the same guitars as he’d just used on stage, and when he asked me which ones, the words completely went out of my head and there was a huge pause, and then his wife tapped his shoulder and he wandered off.