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

The bits that consumed me with guilt.

Doc Brown proved that editing the past is disastrous.

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

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.

I would instil confidence in my younger self.

How little confidence I had in my late teens and early 20s.

I wouldn’t change a thing. Every experience is a lesson learned.

I wasted a year doing nothing at 18. I got with a guy and just wanted to hang out. It didn’t do me any favours.

My mentally ill brother going to juvenile hall when he was 14. It led to his incarceration from 14 to almost 40.

I would be a bit nicer to myself.

Getting my tongue pierced aged 15, when I had train-track braces on both my top and bottom teeth. Huge error.

I would take away fear.

I’d change my mindset and not be so hard on myself, and impart the knowledge that other people’s intentions aren’t always as well-meaning as my own.

If I had known what a stylist was when I joined Radio 1, I would have enlisted the help of one.

Nothing. Everything happens for a reason.

Several haircuts and my belly-button piercing.

On BBC Breakfast, I accidentally said “fuck” on air. My microphone had been turned on when I wasn’t in the room. It went out across the telly and they had to apologise.

Not being able to have a baby for two and a half years. Lots of people say it made me a better person; I think it made me worse. You go to a very dark place with your friends because they are having kids, and you want to be happy for them but you’re not.

My password. [In 2014, Brown Findlay’s iCloud account was hacked.]