If you could edit your past, what would you change?

But the market was changing. The industry was changing. The scale was changing. And in the end we knew we would be either the last company to make it or the first to not make it. We were right on the edge. We thought we would be the last one that made it, but we were wrong. We were the first one that didn't. We put an end to the companies that tried to do that. We certainly made our fair share of mistakes, but in the end I think we should have taken a bit longer to realize the world was changing and just gone on to be a software company right off the bat.

In particular, my decision to sell McDonald's was a very big mistake. Overall, you would have been better off last year if I had regularly snuck off to the movies during market hours.

I'd have concentrated a bit more at school and maybe gone to university rather than drama school.

The bits that consumed me with guilt.

I would not toy with people's affections as much.

Doc Brown proved that editing the past is disastrous.

I would never have smoked - I gave up years ago.

I'd have not sung along with Yellow Submarine in that infant school hall.

My drinking habits.

I'd edit out all the wrong people I surrounded myself with socially and professionally whom I thought I had to tolerate.

When I thought maybe I've just got a few weeks, I thought God this is what they mean by the reckoning. I've got to sort all this stuff out in days. Is it possible to sort out all those things in your past that you'd prefer not to have done? ... But actually by going through the process we've gone through, I think we have. And it's a real blessing to have this time do that.

I'd have a good, encouraging start in school – I think I'd be a different person, with fewer anxiety attacks.

I wouldn't have been a bully and I'd have stood up to more bullies.

I should have sung with David Gilmour at Carnegie Hall because I'm a massive fan of Pink Floyd.

I had my heart broken a lot in my teens, but I'm not sure I'd change it.

The respelling of my name to Joseph.

I’d edit out all my gauche incomprehension.

Too many things to mention.

I’d love to have won Wimbledon.

I’d have been less precocious as a child (you grow up fast in New York). I’d have prolonged the naivety.