I am gathering up my luggage, and preparing for my journey.

He likens the story of his 20s to a fully fuelled jumbo jet just reaching take-off point and having to slam on the brakes. You've got this enormous bloody thing careering off the end of the runway, through the fence, through the house next door, bursting into flames and me crawling out and scraping my wounds for 10 years. I won't be flying that one again.

Our blue inenubilable Zembla, and the red-capped Steinmann, and the motorboat in the sea cave, and

chicken parm