I like to think of myself as a congolese yorkshireman, doing my black market day trading in the mornings, training some rebels after lunch, having a nice cup of locally harvested tea, and taking some amateur 'faces of death' pictures before dinner, so I can build up me wages. So I'd speak broken french, kikongo, swahili, english and I could do scottish and scouse impressions. "Sumdeh"..
I'm British. I'm ashamed to be part of a country which voted in a rich posh boy as prime minister, but I'm glad to live in a country with such a beautiful countryside.