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I am so tired. Short blog using BULLET POINTS. HUSTLE TODAY. BBC are cool. They have a segway. I have been promised a go on Monday. Set is done. Til the Director comes on and changes it. Then til the camera crew come and change it again. Monday, photoshoot. Ride Segway. Tuesday. I meet the cast and Director of Hustle. Oh yeah.

Sooooooo yeah. Yesterday, I was intended to work on just helping to do a photoshoot for the UK's BBC Television drama 'Hustle' about a bunch of con-artists/scammers who do elaborate schemes to get people to part with their hard earned cash, and scarper. So I was pretty chuffed about that - I was told I'd make a good headshot model by my tutor, which I was like yeahright about. However. I had a bit more to do than that. When I got in there, I was dragged over to a guy I'd never seen before by my tutor, who with more enthusiasm than I'd ever seen her speak about me ever before, introduced me to him and told him that I was 'her student with

I know I'm one of those annoying people, who throughout a period of their life will skip back and forth through numerous ambitions. But I have come to realise one of the biggest decisions of my life which I set my heart back on some five or six years ago, was the one I should have ran with to begin with. After going to my cousin Michael's Royal Navy Passing Out Ceremony, I have been in love with the armed forces, the military. The uniformity, the dicipline, the ettiquete, and just what they DO! Serving, protecting and being one giant unit or a family supporting each other in their important roles to work in harmany - and many will say 'but t