I have become mates with a big Afrikaaner (a Dutch speaking white South African) who lives across the road from me. He is the exact polar opposite to the limited masculinity of my 'Britishness' and revels in the fact that he can kill an elephant with one stern look and make all manner of stuff, like canoes, honey badger traps, taxidermists shops and rifles out of one of its toe bones with one hand, whilst skinning and ultimately cooking am entire buffalo on an open flame with the other. I swear he sweats pure testosterone.
