Postscript

I've had a few close shaves over the years. Take the bear poo in the Bulgarian forest or escaping angry demonstrators bearing down on me in Sofia. Then there's the high decibel, threatening Ukrainian border guards and the fear of getting caught in Russian mafia crossfire in St Petersburg.

In London, another near miss walking past a postbox at Piccadilly Circus minutes before the IRA bomb inside blew it asunder. And narrowly escaping the Kings Cross fire with seconds to spare... plus the Libyan incident.

I'm just an ordinary guy, but maybe it's best not to hang around with me.