For more than 13,000 days on the run, my life was a soap opera.

I won a scholarship with the Brixton School of Building. I screwed around, not putting in a proper attendance.

I would like to be remembered as a good father. A good husband. A good brother. A good friend. A good man. But that is simply not going to happen. Like it or not, I have reached the point of infamy when I am going to be remembered simply as 'Ronnie Biggs', whatever or whoever he is in your mind.

The last thing I stole was a box of Coca Cola from a parked truck in Adelaide. I was nice and drunk. It was New Year's Eve. And that was about 28 years ago.

I don't have any intentions to return to England. I would go back if I could return as a free person. I don't want to return to prison.

Banks' beer. There's nothing like it! To Brazil. And to Barbados justice.

One report said that since my time on the run I've had 2,500 girlfriends. I mean, you have got to realize I've been on the run for more than 30 years. I have got to have had more than that.