A Tiffany watch for my wife. The security guard was following us, so I deliberately bought a really expensive watch to prove we had money. I don’t think I’ve seen her wear it.

A Vivienne Westwood & Burberry two-piece suit I bought for a press night. At the time I was: “Yeah, of course I’m going to be a 30-inch waist for the rest of my life.” Now the trousers don’t fit.

Passion projects. I built the world’s first CBD steam room, opened the first Jamaican restaurant in Tenerife, I’m about to open a bar. Because I come from poverty, I want to make sure my children have a better start than I did.

I don’t really flash money about.

I don’t think I’d change anything: the bad forms you more than the good.

That my baseball team, Baltimore Orioles, is always in the basement.

Amazing Grace, on bagpipes.

My teenage years in the Runaways: I was still naive enough to think good things about the world and life and people, and I was having fun playing rock’n’roll around the world, living the dream.

Right after 9/11, Kenny and I went to perform for the troops in Pakistan and Uzbekistan. As we were flying in, an electronic voice went off: “Warning: missile launch! Warning: missile launch!” The Taliban had fired a rocket at us. I was waiting to see the back of the plane blow up, but it didn’t and we landed.

An astronaut, an archaeologist, an actor, and a musician.