In dreams, but that’s about it.

I had a car crash not long after passing my test, driving mates to a club on a Saturday night. Thankfully, everyone was OK – as was my dad about his car, which was a write-off.

My recent battle with cancer.

Modelling in South Korea, aged 19. After a party, I flopped into bed, lit a big candle and balanced it on top of a massive box of matches. I created my own firework display when the candle burnt down and set fire to it. It made the biggest noise ever which, luckily, woke me from my slightly boozy slumber.

Golfer, priest, police officer, teacher and, after going to the movies, actor.

My son Ramón was the victim of my wrath at a particular time that still withers me with disgrace.

My wife Janet: she is the most scrupulously honest human being I have ever encountered.

Shares in The Way, which turned out to be the best movie I have done. Written and directed by my son Emilio, it’s a father-son story about the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage.

That I was partially responsible for bringing some extraordinary human beings into the world, and they responded to me as a loving father.

That would have to be a film called Pickup On 101. It was a very interesting story, about a wandering musician and an old guy on his way back to his home town to spend his last days, but they made it into a pile of dishonest trash.