Obviously, because I am British I can no longer escape to anywhere except possibly Cornwall - because since the Brexit referendum we must live here forever among the troggs - their fists trailing in the dirt [alongside my tongue]. It is all too late for me. Thankfully for my [American] cousins - once - they can still escape to somewhere and fast. But where? Really, it's the same game and rules as 'prison break...' I often wonder about this situation - if and when I ever do commit that brilliant major crime - and then escape 50 year incarceration - and then steal a yacht - well, where to go? And I'm not talking about Russia, there's no way I would sail a yacht to Russia. Okay, I'll start - I shall sail to the Chatham Islands.