So shoot me.

I loved it.
No. I fucking loved it.

I nearly shat my pants when I walked in to find 20 crew waiting for me,
but I just said hello to the right people, looked at my storyboards.
And everything just happened, I talked to and rehearsed the artist,
took the client through wardrobe and props.

And said 'And....action'. A lot.

I've hidden the client and product on the clapperboard.
But look at my name!
And when you are a director, everyone laughs at all your jokes.
They think you're the funniest fucker that ever lived.

Wouldn't it be brilliant if life opened up opportunities as you get
older, and not shut them down?