People always seem to assume that we have a full, back-up support team - make-up, costume and a driver - but usually, in a war zone, there's only me and the cameraman.

When you are covering a life-or-death struggle, as British reporters were in 1940, it is legitimate and right to go along with military censorship, and in fact in situations like that there wouldn't be any press without the censorship.

I keep telling myself to calm down, to take less of an interest in things and not to get so excited, but I still care a lot about liberty, freedom of speech and expression, and fairness in journalism.

If I'm in danger then it's usually my fault and it's up to me to get myself out of it. I am not in it just to get an adrenalin rush. No way!

It wasn't glamorous in my day. In the regions, reporters were seen as such low life that they didn't merit their name in the Radio Times. Now people are interested in being famous. I never gave it a thought.

Beslan, where the Russian authorities stopped live coverage of the school being stormed, was an illustration of the progress we still have to make.

I also read modern novels - I have just had to read 60 as I am one of the judges for the Orange Fiction Prize.

I don't sit there and speculate. I'm not that sort of person. It wastes time, actually.

I don't want to be involved in endless media gossip.

I have never been attracted to any kind of violence.

I have nothing to do with the selection of stories. I'm the reporter.

I sailed through my childhood with a complete lack of any drama.

I was timid and frightened as a child. Yours truly did not shin up mountains or do any other kind of adventurous stuff.

I will never retire.

I wrote in the book very specifically what I wanted to write about, period, and left it at.

I've never been one to sit around and eat my heart out. Life's too short.

No two wars are identical.

Now children as young as nine carry AK47s which can kill 30 people in seconds.

The better the information it has, the better democracy works. Silence and secrecy are never good for it.

Up until about 12 years ago we never, ever, wore flak jacket or helmets but now the nastiness has got worse.