I speak with a moderately perplexing accent, and my hair sort of fluctuates between 'Tintin' and 'disgruntled 50's reporter'. I have an above-average knowledge of world history, and I like to arrange my lunches to look like fantasy adventurer meals. I care more than is reasonable about cheese, WWI, and the spelling of 'pædiatrician'.
I can also spend hours agonising over the perfect way to summarise myself in a collection of pithy sentences.
