Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.

I seem to be good at asking for trouble.

There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

I'M SCOTTISH!

I don't believe for a minute-that we wouldn't have become friends somehow-that an unexploded bomb wouldn't have gone off and blown us both into the same crater, or that God himself wouldn't have come along and knocked our heads together in a flash of green sunlight. But it wouldn't have been likely.