I have lost myself in chocolate and Häagen-Dazs Cookie Dough Dynamo ice cream.
I have sat for an hour in front of the Rosetta Stone, entranced.
I have been enthralled by the artistic wealth at the Guggenheim, but it’s my boys’ bright paintings that adorn my walls.
I have directed and produced for TV and theatre. I have discovered a strange fierce liking for these creative adventures, where you wave a magic wand and make two-metre-high ghosts weep, and turn mine dumps into desert dunes.
I have been on billboards in foreign countries like …