Skydiving: the parachute got tangled around my legs.

I got stabbed in the neck with a light tube during a wrestling “death match” two years ago. It was scary. I thought I was dying: your life does flash before your eyes.

I was an air display pilot for 15 years, and watched most of my friends die in crashes. When the children came along, I got out of it.

Swimming off the north Cornish coast eight years ago. I remember thinking, “Why did they teach you how to inflate your pyjamas in life-saving classes at school, when they could have just told you what to do in a riptide?”

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

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

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

1 May 1981 in Paris, because that’s the day I was reconverted to Catholicism.

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.

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.