I would go and record a bunch of stuff. I would just go and record every single idea that I have in my head and have Pat (Gemayel, bandmate) finish them, giving him very strict guidelines, which is what I do anyway. This is so we can have a couple of albums out after I’ve passed away, Tupac style.

Let’s pretend I’ve been training for my pilot’s licence. I’d like to take off in a two-seater sea plane from the loch in Mull and land it expertly in the little boating lake at Heaton Park. Which interestingly has a pair of my spectacles at the bottom of it from my last day at school in 1990.

I would obviously be in a good place chemically, the synapses would be content. I would play with my kids. I don’t think I would have time to watch anything by Ingmar Bergman. Bergman would suddenly feel like not that good a director if I only had a few hours.

There’s always a lyric to finish. They hang around, and I think it would be awful to go without tidying those up.

A positive panic attack.

There have been things within the Kaiser Chiefs I’ve hated – some corporate gigs that I didn’t feel good doing.

I can order sandwiches In over forty languages They sent us out in thunderstorms And sent me home in bandages

I might have carried on doing The Voice.

Travelling on a tour bus.