Not at all! I don’t think that you can really choose what people will like, or say, or even remember about you. I mean, my God, probably the Birkin bag will be known. … If I look myself to find out the date of something — and the first thing that pops up is that bloody bag! I think it’ll be “Je T’aime Moi Non Plus,” when I go feet first, that’ll be the tune they’ll play on the television, and then talk about the bag

As a loving father.

Having a few songs that outlive you is a nice way to be remembered.

When I am on my deathbed, and I am thinking back on my life, I am absolutely certain that the thing I will be thinking about is holding my daughters' hands and taking them to the park. It will not be some speech I gave or some legislation that I passed. I am positive about that. And so if you keep that in mind, then you have to invest accordingly.

My daughter talking to her friends even though I thought I’d disabled her devices.

I’ve dodged a couple of bullets in dodgy war zones, but I suspect the closest I’ve come to death was a reckless, drunken brush with a waltzer at a student funfair. It nearly chopped me in half.

A chihuahua giving you a cuddle.

Every offended interviewee who thought I was asking hard questions for some personal reason. It’s never personal.

I did a terrible job of fixing the downstairs loo once.

I’d have been there on the spot for every major news story I’ve talked about in the studio, at the time it happened.