Team Putin up with the Tremlin

From a young age, Ben has stood apart from his peers. About a foot apart, to be exact, and his large surface area is conducive to warm hugs, poor co-ordination and being easily spotted in crowds.

Ben is less of a threat to national security than national fecundity, and can commonly be found at watering holes getting thoroughly hosed or at work designing major infrastructure. Usually in that order.

Ben has a particular love (vulnerability) for antique maps, which will be sure to help the team when knee deep and lost in Peru.

In his (regular) off time, he can be found photographing inappropriate things, writing inane paradigms about irrelevant philosophies, travelling anywhere but there to annoy as many employers as possible, and just generally being a drain on society. Which he feels he needs to correct, by driving 11000km through some of the more inhospitable terrain on earth in a shitbox, vomit coloured, 32 year old Polo, for a bunch of trees.

Like most children, James was born. A lost child until the age of 9, James literally burst into life when his head sprouted out of his body like a flower. A hungry flower. James knew from that moment that he loved all things chewing. And so by the age of 17, James was probing the barrel of his first mouth, scalpel in hand. A late bloomer. But dentistry it was. Until he met the motorbike. And Asian women. And the motorbike. All 3 of which aren't very conducive to good teeth. So he began to hate teeth, and an uneasy relationship full of inflamed gums and sore molars ensued. Eventually, though, he began to miss his long suffering teeth, bereft of love as they were. So he came back to them, and all was well again.

Other than his love for canines, James enjoys seeing what great new things he can do with his ADD. Whether that be long beach walks with his Shih Tzu affectionately known as Ralph or something equally smashing, you know James is always doing something new every 25 seconds. It pays to be a second in front of James. I try to be.