I have a mental photo album. Not one that shows me car surfing, doing a naked bungee or base jumping; no, not that kind of ‘mental!’ It’s one that exists in my head for me to delve into from time to time, so that I can mull over my...

I hate the way that death drops into your life. I imagine it's rather like a HALO jump. It silently speeds towards you from a great height, bearing down on you as you go about your business.