Since Game of Thrones has been on our screens, my stock as a northern English guy rises a little bit if I exaggerate my accent. At the age of 29, I’ve still yet to develop into the DIY, rough around the edges camper I sometimes imagined. This is why I’m in Australia – to be a real man. Next time you see me, I’ll be hanging from a Kakadu cliff edge in a hammock that’s been stitched from the clothes off my back. I also ghostwrite rhymes for Taz.
