I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.

I've seen and swam and climbed and lived and driven and filmed. Should it all end tomorrow, I can definitely say there would be no regrets. I am very lucky, and I know it. I really have lived 5,000 times over.

Let me take you to a better place, full of death, rot and decay. My silver hair shall billow around you as I say: Have I shown enough love yet, my darling? My mind is not completely sane, but please get it into your brain that killing you is the ultimate declaration of my love.

but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

I've gone from being the Grim Reaper to being the Grim Reader.

The reaper does not listen to the harvest.