I am no longer a criminal. I gave up that practice years ago.

Do you know what would keep me in Brazil, no matter what happened? Sex!

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

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

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

I used to have a list of things from my school buddies of what kind of art material they wanted. I'd go up to the West End of London and spend the whole day knocking stuff off.

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.