Struggles of being a tall guy: Until recently I never wore the right sized clothes for myself. I used to buy clothes too small and try and hide away in them. But even now, finding size 13 (UK) shoes (14 US / 49,5 EUR) or a top long enough is a pain. I’m a size 3XL and whilst that gives me a lot of room for size, it doesn’t give you the extra length half of the time.

Door frames – 99% of the time I love ducking to get through a door frame. It’s the international symbol for “Yes, I am bigger then you” but… at the end of a long day when you’re tired and hungry (or whatever), I really can’t be bothered with it. Same goes for light shades too. And road signs. And the ceiling. And shower heads, car roofs… you can see where this is going…

Eating out. I’m really not the smallest bloke in the world and one of my mates is 6’3″ (1,92 m) and one of the world’s strongest men… Two blokes our size going out for food is hilarious! After I’ve ducked through every door frame and banged into every table and low-level light in the Nando’s restaurant, they sat the two biggest blokes you could find at a table perfect for two girls size 6 and 5 ft (1,52 m) wanting a girly chat.

So… back to the waiting area to wait for a 4-man table just so we can fit!! Finally, as we sat down, the next issues arrive: portion sizes! I’m a bit larger then the average bloke and a small cup of Coke is like a shot glass for me and 3 chips and a chicken breast doesn’t fill me up for long. Not to mention, refilling a drink. Now, I appreciate that people in wheelchairs need things at access level and kids are a bit shorter, but bloody hell, I’m on my hands and knees just to refill my drink or pick a napkin off the side! But it’s fine, I can just go stand at the bar and get served. Now, I’ll be honest,… I always get served! I mean, you can’t miss me standing in front of you. But the looks I get when I walk in behind someone or have to duck at the bar to see under all the fancy wood work they have hanging low… it’s all in good fun though.