For more than 13,000 days on the run, my life was a soap opera.

I would like to be remembered as a good father. A good husband. A good brother. A good friend. A good man. But that is simply not going to happen. Like it or not, I have reached the point of infamy when I am going to be remembered simply as 'Ronnie Biggs', whatever or whoever he is in your mind.

There has been so much rubbish written up in the papers over the years.

I am no longer a criminal. I gave up that practice years ago.

It has been rumoured that I was the brains of the robbery, but that was totally incorrect. I've been described as the tea boy, which is also incorrect.

One report said that since my time on the run I've had 2,500 girlfriends. I mean, you have got to realize I've been on the run for more than 30 years. I have got to have had more than that.

I am not a perfect man who has led a faultless life.

I used to have a list of things from my school buddies of what kind of art material they wanted. I'd go up to the West End of London and spend the whole day knocking stuff off.

I don't have any intentions to return to England. I would go back if I could return as a free person. I don't want to return to prison.

The last thing I stole was a box of Coca Cola from a parked truck in Adelaide. I was nice and drunk. It was New Year's Eve. And that was about 28 years ago.

Do you know what would keep me in Brazil, no matter what happened? Sex!