The events of September 11 were carried out by people armed not with weapons of mass destruction, but with blades you can buy at a newsagent

When I was five, a tree was my best friend. An old peppercorn on Grandpa's little farm. I'd haul myself into its calloused arms and hide from the world in its foliage. Apart from the pleasure of looking down on unsuspecting adults, I could be Robin Hood in a one-tree Sherwood Forest or Johnny Weissmuller in his jungle. I fell out of my friend once while Tarzan-ing. Gashed a large chunk from a leg. Almost 70 years later, there's still a scar.

It's a privilege to present 'Late Night Live'. No radio program, anywhere on Earth, casts a wider net.

The most intense hatreds are not between political parties but within them.

Later, in a different home, I befriended a eucalypt, using a resilient bough as a trampoline. Learning nothing from having plummeted from the peppercorn, I'd bounce happily in my haven in the heavens. I loved that tree - and fully understand why Heysen, Roberts, McCubbin and the rest devoted so much time and effort to painting arboreal portraits.

Most people can do extraordinary things if they have the confidence or take the risks. Yet most people

Unless you are willing to try, fail miserable, and try again, success won't happen.