Despite what I’m told, I’ve always thought I am pretty funny.
Do improv theatre 4 times a week for a month.
Do a standup comedy show.
Pull the ultimate prank.
Steal someone's identity.
All the classics.
Make eccles cakes.
Make malt loaf.
Make toasted tea cakes.
My first name is actually Robert, after my Dad. My Dad was a builder. Just saying.
Build my own cabin and live in it for week.
Get a place, interior design it, build the furniture, rent it out.
Rebuild an old home I get for cheap.
Go from plot of land to designer home.
Words to last until the aliens land.
Write a weekly blog for six months.
Take Jennifer Crusie's course in writing.
Publish a kids' book.
Publish a fiction book.
My tribute to the best meal of the day.
Enter a latte art competition.
Open a breakfast tapas restaurant.
Learn to make sourdough.
Intern at Hart Bageri.
Frankly, I’m a natural. Really.
Learn pottery with Dad.
Learn to sculpt with Mum.
Do a fine art course.
Make a piece of art someone exhibits.
I love horror movies to a scary degree.
Make an instagram horror movie.
Get an idea accepted by a studio.
Make a feature movie.
Make a movie that gets shown in a cinema.
Call me Mr Chesky.
Smith a piece of jewellery.
Create a board game.
Build an escape room.
Design a lingerie line.
Go LARPing at the Witcher School.
Audition for 30 roles in 30 days.
Get a speaking role in a play or movie.
Star in something.
Since I have no sense of taste beyond salt, I love ramen.
Go to Tokyo Ramen Show.
Work in a ramen restaurant.
Review legendary Japanese ramen shops.
Invent a ramen so good they make it instant.
The Snapchat of Lists.
Do a hangi.
Do a pop up poutine stall.
Do a pop up takoyaki stand.
Do a pop up bar with Dad.
Since I grew up, I became less cool. I should do something about that.
Get five incredible looks.
Wear clothes picked by someone else for a month.
Enter a cosplay competition.
Get snapped by a magazine.
Do body art.
Make something with friends over a weekend.
Pimp a camper van.