I sold double glazing in Stoke when I was 16. That was for two weeks. Other than that, I’ve never really had a “job”.

Being a cocktail waitress and having to wear a compromising dress in an unwoke 1990s world.

When Rufus first came out, it was all white guys and myself, but then the band changed and Tony Maiden, Bobby Watson and Andre Fischer came in. This guy booked us for a gig in Illinois, based on our original album cover, and when we got there he said that there were too many black people in the band. He actually put some white guys on the stage with us.

I was a secret shopper and had to do a lot of bookies – Coral and William Hill – all around London. For 18-year-old me looking all fab it was quite scary going in and saying: “Hiya, can I put £4 on No 7 horse, please?” But you got to keep the money when you won.

I’ve had a few hairy scrapes as a scuba diver.

A foreign correspondent.

Both my grandmother and my mother got dementia. My grandmother has passed away. My mother is in a home. Dementia is my biggest fear because it robs you of the very thing that makes life special.

I am mortified that we went into Afghanistan, promised to liberate the female population and, 20 years later, dumped them in a situation as bad, robbing girls of their futures.

A few zeros on my bank balance.

The music journalist Paul Morley described me as bland.