Following on, and hopefully not being in any way disrepectful to Ketchup's sad news, would you like to know when you were going to die? If you knew, would you live your life or do anything differently? I'm not sure I would, but after my own health scare last year, I'm resigned to not being immortal. I just find I tell my wife and daughter that I love them more often than I used to, and try to spend more time with them, which is tricky with my work, but otherwise what is it all for? Do you have a bucket list? Mine is to try and see as much of the world as I can while I'm still in a fit state to take it all in and enjoy this whole great big world we live in. I might even revisit Consett.