I love being able to go on local flights when the weather is right. I've popped to the Isle of Wight, Cornwall and been mountain flying in Wales. When I got my licence I was over the moon, it was one of the greatest days of my life - it took two years to get!

I'm 41 now and the right knee has got a bit of a twinge in it. I get about the stage a little less now.

I can do the equivalent of 150 miles per hour and not get stopped. I could quite happily pursue people down the motorway in my helicopter.

The ability to last more than six minutes - isn't that what all men want?

I consider myself very lucky indeed to have had the career I have. I listen to the radio now and you can't tell artists apart.

In my mind, there's a time and a place for putting your foot down.

I wanted to use a totally different part of my brain. It's quite scary at times. I went for learning to fly because it was most difficult of all. The insurance man just sat there and licked his lips when I told him.