Losing another child. (I lost one of my sons to suicide when he was 19.)

The greatest fear I can remember is coming back from WW II and being amazed that I was more afraid to audition for a job than I was flying 52 missions.

Couples who have to be sat side by side at L.A. dinner parties. What is that all about?!

Walking into a room filled with friends and family singing “Happy Birthday” to me and I am completely naked.

Disrespect. My dad was a toolmaker and worked in a factory all his life, and he felt looked down on, and it really affected him. And so all my life I’ve loathed disrespect and valued respect.

My mum died in her early 70s, and for the last six or seven years of her life she couldn’t move, didn’t speak. By the time our children were born, she was too ill to communicate. I haven’t many regrets in life, but I do regret that they never got to know her, even though she was still alive for a few years. They couldn’t see her warmth, her spirit, her courage.

As someone who delivered a bold and reforming Labour government, as a great dad and a great friend.

Having more time to spend with Vic and the kids.

Vic, my wife, has over the years reduced my impatience, but anybody who has been in a traffic jam with me will know that she hasn’t completed the task yet.

There are yards and yards and yards of abuse every day. I ignore the lot of it.