His name was Colin Peacock and he was a very organised, precise man in his late fifties with a clear, crisp way of speaking. Suit and tie. A lecturer in Education. I’d gone along for a visit to Stirling University.

To explore the campus, meet some of the teaching staff, and find out what studying at university might look like as no-one in my family had ever done this.

It was an understatement to say that I felt like a fish out of water. And I wanted to ask a question but didn’t know if I should.

A little story about learning to walk. 14865 kilometres from home. And how this can help you communicate well in your new job with new colleagues.

I was in a freakishly high top bunk bed in a shared room, even with sunglasses on, the seering white light of the afternoon bouncing off the pavements was blinding and I really was far, far away.

But the thing that freaked me out? Walking.

You pole vault to get to the end of a packed aisle in the supermarket. Surrounded by families, rubber rings and Pina Coladas at the resort pool in Tenerife, you execute a dive Tom Daley would be proud of. On the dance floor at a family summer wedding you throw in some Simone Biles moves.

The Olympics were brilliant. Are you like me and a part of you is still grieving for the sheer excitement and those “wow, did that just happen” moments? It was amazing, wasn’t it?

But much as I loved it all, some of the sports have limited advantage in everyday life. What if there were sports that did have a huge advantage? What would the "Communication Olympics" look like?