I can build fires and cook meals over them.
I can keep children amused with a handful of ‘repeat after me’ songs and a parachute.
I can distract a homesick girl at 12pm at night by telling her about my cats.
I have a short fuse when it comes to any kind of tale-telling: someone says, ‘She said that I….’ and I switch off.
I can carry a girl with a twisted ankle all the way to health centre and back.
I can shot rum straight out of the bottle.
I can do somersaults.
I can paddle a homemade raft constructed out of wooden planks, floaties and styrofoam.
I can make crayola paintings and clay pots.
I can direct an entire showcase and not go completely crazy.
I can function an entire day on approximately two hours sleep.
I don’t like most American food.
I have a low pain threshold.
My laugh amuses people overseas as much as it does people back home.
Americans will believe anything if it’s said to them in a British accent.
I am appalling at mini golf.