Nineteen books. Twenty next year…

Not giving up on myself. As a gay black man things are, at times, more difficult.

I hope that’s yet to come. My Oscar? That was a combination of Holly Hunter being an amazing actress, Jane being an extraordinary director and me being in the right place at the right time. I had no idea what I was doing. It’s given me this amazing life, but it’s not the highlight of my career.

Doing the spacewalk to fix a solar panel at the furthest edge of the ISS. You have no idea if you are going to get a chance to do a spacewalk when you go into space. I was fortunate. There’s a real juxtaposition between floating, completely serene and calm, looking down at Earth and the universe, and being aware that you are in this hostile environment.

That I’m still having the same discussions about women in comedy as I was having 12 years ago. Are we funny? Will anyone watch us? Can I have my own sitcom?

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.

On the back of an angry Icelandic pony when I was filming a show called Spending Dave’s Money with Phil Tufnell.

Looking at conspiracy theories about JFK on the internet.

Genuinely – and my wife, Lee, knows this – dancing with Kevin Clifton on Strictly.