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An aspiring photographer, that's all, and certainly nothing more for at least the next two months as well. OK, perhaps one other temporary thing in-between as well. Meaning if you do spot me, or more likely spot my work-required heavy metal uniform, then there's really no point waving, or even shouting, frantically, because it's more than likely I'll just blithely ignore you instead, cruising as I will be towards another relic of the mid-20th century, while bopping my head to PVK's latest and greatest. Yup, this strange alternative existence may be me for 2 months. Or maybe not.