How cool are you?

You favour a neutral look, aka the Everyman style. You feel that clothes are not that interesting and not that important. It’s what’s inside that counts.

You have a natural physical grace and an instinctive flair for clothes. It’s not wholly absurd to think that you might one day start your own fashion line.

Style may not be your strong suit. People assume your wardrobe choices are ironic. Occasionally, someone asks: “Are you really planning to go out like that?”

To arms! The world has gone to hell. The rich are loathsome and the poor are powerless. The whole system stinks and what’s needed is a revolution.

Nothing commands your automatic respect. You judge each case on its merits and decide whether to play ball or follow a course of quiet defiance.

Rules are usually there for a reason. You avoid rocking the boat unless you have to. If something annoys you, you complain through the proper channels.

Your work requires or allows regular travel. Each time you set out for the airport, you thrill to life’s myriad possibilities. You’re interested in foreign property prices.

You own your own home or hope to. You may trade it in for a bigger home if finances allow. The ideal is a secure and spacious single place in which to raise a healthy family.

Wherever you lay your hat, that’s your home. You get itchy feet if you stay in the same place for more than a few months. Movement is freedom.

Anyone who smokes is clearly an idiot. Not to mention irresponsible in terms of the burden they place on the health service. The occasional drink is all right.

You like to drink – a lot, sometimes. You have the odd cheeky cigarette at parties. It kind of annoys you to be told to wear a seat belt in the back of a car.

You might be hit by a car tomorrow so you may as well enjoy life. Skiing? Definitely. Sky diving? Why not? Base jumping? Sounds interesting. It’s all about the rush.

Love is the greatest thing that can happen to anyone. It leads naturally to a commitment that lasts, and with luck, is the foundation stone for building a family.

Love – in the sense of boy meets girl and both live happily ever after – was invented by Hollywood. You do what’s right for you and don’t care how you’re judged.

Love means sex in your twenties and marriage in your thirties. You’d be furious if your partner cheated, but you might cheat, if fairly sure of not being found out.

You are an artist/musician/writer (basically you’re a creative type) and good at what you do. Alternatively or in addition, you regard your life as a work of art.

You don’t write novels but you love to read them. You dabble in photography. You feel you have a strong creative side but have never found the right outlet for it.

You work in one of the professions. You prefer non-fiction books to novels and would take a good blockbuster over some arthouse nonsense. You think poetry is boring.

Solitude appeals. The simple life. A hut on a mountainside. A houseboat, perhaps. Sometimes pretty much everything most people care about seems ridiculous.

You acted a bit at school but suffer from a mild form of stage fright. Still, you can make a reasonable enough speech when you absolutely have to.

You’re a natural showman – some would say a show-off. If you’re gay, no one’s in any doubt about it. If you’re straight, some have suspected otherwise.

Chatting on the phone isn’t really your thing. That said, after a few drinks, it’s sometimes hard to get you to shut up.

‘They don’t say much. But you know that when they do, they really mean it’ – a comment you could imagine being made about you.

Words are your friends, the tools, perhaps, of your trade. Sometimes in conversation, you feel like a jazz musician improvising a solo.

If someone hit you, you’d just feel bad for them. You almost never lose your cool, and indeed rarely feel strongly about anything. You’re basically super-chilled.

You cry a lot. Or if you’re not a crier, you’re prone to lose your temper. You don’t see what’s wrong with this. Emotions shouldn’t be bottled up.

No one could call you a psychopath but you get annoyed when you’re treated unfairly. You’re more likely to cry in a movie than at a funeral.