Up early? Very. Most of the time there’s a UFC card [martial arts fight] in the early hours of Sunday morning, so I’ll get up to watch that before the family wake up. Big fan? I do a podcast called the MMA fan podcast, so I need to keep up to date. I train a bit. I look good hitting the pads and bag, but as soon as someone throws a shot back at me, I flail around not knowing what I’m doing. Sunday breakfast? I’ll throw some croissants into the oven. If there’s still some UFC to go, I try to appease the family with pastries. Morning activities? The kids go swimming, then there’s no set plan. Their social calendars are busier than mine. There’s usually a party we have to get to in the afternoon. The worst parties are the ones where you’re expected to stay and watch. Sunday lunch? In the winter, we usually try to do a Sunday roast, or at least order one in. In the summer, I crack out the barbecue and throw on some burgers, chicken and sausages. How are your barbecue skills? Very limited. I still use the cheat sheet that came with the barbecue. As long as we’re eating the food afterwards, we’re happy. Sunday TV? At the moment, I’m semi-forcing the kids to watch the Marvel movies. They’re not overly bothered, but I love them because they remind me of being a kid. Sundays growing up? Quite regimented. My dad would play football in the morning. We’d all go to the social club where the adults would have a few drinks and play bingo and the kids would be on the arcade machines or out in the garden playing football. Then home for football, The Simpsons, and a WWE-style playfight. Dread Mondays? Slightly dread them, because I don’t like having to get up early for the school run. I don’t mind getting up early if it’s something I want to do. But when it’s for the kids, it’s a harder pill to swallow. We watch British telly and we don’t eat American snacks – these people don’t know what they’re doing. Again.