Congratulating Dua Lipa on managing to release a single in such a tough industry, because I thought she was a struggling indie artist. I Googled her the next day and realised that she has 88 million followers.

When I was starting out, in the early 90s, I had to fake an orgasm in a room full of male ad execs at an audition for a chocolate bar ad. It was grim.

One of the first TV appearances that our band made in America, on the Craig Ferguson show. I forgot the lyrics to Little Lion Man and then broke two strings.

An earthquake in Peru forced me and a young man into the street, where he had to introduce me to his family at three in the morning.

To my younger self. I was incredibly self-loathing and self-doubting, and I’m still undoing that damage 30 years later.

My creative freedom. I was the creative director of a large fashion brand when I packed it all in to pursue my writing.

The summer of 1997. My husband, who is an American, gave up everything to come and live with me in Edinburgh when we were students, and we were so skint but we had so much fun.

When I was about 18, I worked on the chicken counter in a large supermarket, and every morning I had to pierce 64 birds on to industrial skewers to load up the rotisserie. That was very grim.

People who can’t hear other points of view. Absolute certainty always scares me a little.

My mother and my brother would still be alive. So much of my life has been coping with the grief of losing them.