Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett.

Bush. Any mountain will do but I love the endless variety of the Drakensberg.

How we allowed our beautiful natural world to be despoiled and how we turned a blind eye to inequality and poverty.

Being part of the Treatment Action Campaign (TC) team that won a Constitutional Court case in 2002 ordering the government to provide the drug Nevirapine to prevent mother-to-child HIV transmission and as a result saved hundreds of thousands of lives.

Reds or The Sound of Music.

Xi Jin Ping.

Privileged people who can’t disown their own privilege. Being white, a man and a graduate of Oxford University who went to the same college as Boris Johnson, unfortunately I have encountered them all my life.

My imagination.

Linton Kwesi Johnson (I wish)

Congratulations on winning the PEN Pinter prize. Why aren’t you publishing poems any more?

“No more heroes” a song by the Stranglers, but if you insist Eliud Kipchoge, Keith Moon, Freddy Mercury, Joe Strummer, David Bowie, Mary Shelley, Vuyiseka Dubula, Rosa Luxemburg, Bernadette Devlin-McAliskey.

TB, Cancer, AIDS and now Covid-19.

Fish and chips, black pudding, baked beans and fried eggs.

Contributing to the demise and departure from the material world of Donald J Trump.

Weeding between strawberry plants, or sorting letters at the Post Office, both holiday jobs when I was a student.

Too late. It’s broken already.

“How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look …
Emanicipate yourself from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds” Bob Marley, Redemption Song

“Life is what happens to you
When you’re busy making other plans”
Double Fantasy, John Lennnon (a few months before he was shot dead).

Poetry.

A peaceful future and unpolluted rivers.

Staying alive. More than I care to think about, but none of it unlawful (in a democracy) or corrupt or intentionally hurtful.