I'm seventeen years old.
I say old-fashioned things like 'stove', instead of cooker and stuff. (Yes, this language is VERY dated in England)
I drink out of a tankard, not a pint glass.
I listen to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-S1o5OmMMo, like my dad and his friends.
I dress in Iron Maiden and Stereophonics shirts.
I've smoked once. Through a pipe. (No not drugs! Tobacco through a proper pipe!)
I can't aim too well with a gun, but I could easily cut off some limbs with a sword. Where this skill comes from, I'll never know. My Roman roots? Who knows?
I was clearly born in a wrong time. Where I'm meant to be? I don't know. Maybe a little bit of me belongs everywhere
