I don’t think there’s been a time in my life when I haven’t gone up the stairs two at a time. I run everywhere. I didn’t sleep a full night until I was about eight. If there was a sack race at school I’d practice with a pillowcase on the stairs. It’s why my parents didn’t have any more kids. I was enough, a handful. I was very sweet, polite and loved the company of adults from a young age, but all my school reports said the same thing: ‘Dan’s lovely, but he’s crap at the work and he talks too much.’