Could you become a Canadian Mountie?

Fit as a fiddle like Mo Farah

I keep myself trim

Out of puff running for the bus

No, I’m a wanderer

I’d consider a change of scene

There’s no place like home

No, my body is a temple

None you would ever see

Yes, I’m covered like David Beckham

A pin drop

Someone whispering

Say that again?

I’d beat James Bond in a car chase

I can make it from A to B

Parallel parking terrifies me

A bag of concrete (around 36 kgs)

A springer spaniel (around 25 kgs)

A car tyre (around 10 kgs)

I live to work

I work to live

Work… what’s that?

I can often be found horse riding

I go running after work

There’s nothing better than putting your feet up and watching a bit of telly