I've publicly said I'm going back to defend my title at the British National Championships, win, and aim for the top spot with Team GB at the World and European Championships, on several TV and radio appearances, and failing to do so would make me just another media whore trying to get attention instead of my actual intent, being recovery and inspiring (so-called 'Alpha') men to embrace vulnerability, share, and talk through their concerns, problems, or issues of the day. 

I've had extensive media training with Burson, and I'm comfortable in front of a camera. I consider myself an authentic, compassionate, and kind person with a story to tell. That mix of personality and story would gel well and captivate audience likability. 

The idea I have is to complete 3-part miniseries where I explore my ancestral past, test myself on my heroes’ journey, and discover one half of an unknown.

Ancestral Adventures:

Well, to look at me, anyone would be right to assume my ancestry would be heavily laden with black history. It isn't. I don't know my black side. At all. That comes later. 

I was born in London, to a blonde haired and blue-eyed mother. I was raised in Greece until I was 10, and then attended a Swiss Boarding School until 18. 

One of my great grandfathers is e.e. cummings; one of America's preeminent poets, famed for his rebellious syntax, conscientious objectification of WWI after serving as a reluctant medic on the frontlines in France, and less known for his compassionate arrangement with Nancy Cummings' (my grandmother) mother, who was married to a gentleman who's social standing required a beard to mask his sexuality. I have been writing poetry since my diagnosis of Combat Complex PTSD in 2007 and, without realising, have inherited my great Grandfather's rebellious syntax and flare for non-conformity. 

Another great grandfather is Roy Chapman Andrews. He discovered the first dinosaur eggs in the Gobi Desert of Mongolia and has an entire wing named after him at the Smithsonian Institute in Washington DC. He was also a fellow of the National Geographic Society. Accredited to him are the first dinosaur eggs which proved their evolutionary link to modern birds, the first-known Oviraptor and Protoceratops (named ‘andrewsi’ in its Latin nomenclature in his honour), fossils of early mammals that co-existed with dinosaurs, and the fossil of Paraceratherium, a gigantic hornless rhinocerotoid.

My great uncle George Borup supported, coordinated, and accompanied Edmund Peery on the first unaided crossings of the North Pole, and in his legacy can count a Fjord in Greenland being named after him as one of his many contributions to Arctic Exploration.

My grandfather, Kevin Roy Andrews, served in WWII, became best friends with Patrick 'Paddy' Fermor, famed for his SOE exploits with my grandfather in Greece. I remember bouncing on Paddy's knee at his house on the Peloponnese whenever my grandfather used to travel from Athens to spend weekends with his best friend. It was during this time that my grandfather wrote the eminent archaeological books on the Moorish dynasty through the Castles of the Morea, from Akrocorynth across the entire Peloponnese Peninsula. 

I have done a few things in an effort to live up to my male ancestral heroes. One of those was serving 12 years in HM Royal Marines Commandos between 1999-2011; the busiest war years since WWII. Having dabbled in some Tier 2 fun, I embarked on Tier 1 national security initiatives, one of which required me in 2014 to organise and coordinated a fully sanctioned special mission, which saw me, a Canadian, and a Kuwaiti smuggled into Northern Iraq via Jordan, then crossed the Tigris in a bathtub to Syria, trained Kurdish women to fight ISIS and taught them lifesaving battle field 1st Aid, drew the first maps of every ISIS position on the Syrian/Iraqi border, coordinated the ground communication as forward observer for the first coalition bombing raids against ISIS, escaped capture and an imminent beheading, and made it back to Kuwait with evidence our handler was able to use for British, American, and Canadian strategic command, which saw secondary elements begin the ring fence around Mosul and the end to ISIS's reign of global terror. 

My Heroes’ Journey:

TE Lawrence (aka Lawrence of Arabia) is my absolute hero. His book, titled Seven Pillars of Wisdom (1922 Text), is by far my favourite. It is a day-by-day account of one man's journey to escape the societal shackles and taboos of his own sexuality, delving deeply into his character of insatiable curiosity and adventure, all the while sticking to and developing his principles of morality through his efforts to assist Arabs in establishing themselves as principled tribes under one banner and therein obtaining international legitimacy vis-à-vis a Western misconception of savage ignorance and stupidity, and the lengths he went through to bridge language barriers, cultural exchange, diplomacy, love, kindness, faith, and hope, of a people who would have otherwise been trampled by the Sykes-Picot Agreement of 1912. 

Although sexuality hasn’t been a societal barrier I've had to contend with, TE Lawrence's dogged efforts to overcome adversity in the interest of right versus wrong, and his humane approach to morality, echo within my own corridors of disadvantage as, by appearance, a black man; never fitting in with the socially accepted or the marginalised. 

I'd love to do a trek from the Western coast of Saudi Arabia, along the almost erased route TE Lawrence took to liberate the port of Aqqaba from the Ottoman occupiers, and the journey from Aqqaba to Damascus, along which route he disrupted the Ottoman railway supply lines, unified legendary warring desert tribes to come together under one unified banner, and delivered the first King of Saudi Arabia (Faisal) whom he'd met, educated, and supported on the road to Damascus, to lead the Arabs from their Western imposed cultural insignificance, back into a renaissance of identity, celebrating the tolerance, science, innovation, and religious freedoms of David, Cyrus, Solomon, the Achaemenid Persian Empire, spanning Assyria, Babylonia and Egypt, and later the Ayyubid sultan Saladin of the Levant, Baghdad, Persia, and East Africa.

The journey is a treacherous one, made difficult then due to the drying out of the tribal drinking wells, and almost impossible now due to their having been dried up altogether. 

The crossing from Aqqaba to Damascus skirts along the Nafud Desert, famed for its violent winds and large, crescent-shaped dunes, onto Petra and the outskirts of Amman and Irbid in Jordan, and finally ending on the outskirts of Damascus at a cave complex. 

I would love to do this using the same methods he did. A camel, Bedouin traditional clothing, self supported, a diary, maybe a dictaphone, and just the moon, evening fire, and coffee to reflect, write poetry, meet tribesmen and listen to their stories passed down from generation to generation, bringing TE Lawrence's footsteps right next to mine. A grounded adventure of solitude and self-discovery, amongst a vast topography strewn with the scattered mosaics of desert nomadic cultural tapestry.

Discovery of my unknown:

After having travelled ancestral exploits across Mongolia, Greece, and the North Pole, and consolidating their inspiration to get me through a journey less travelled across the anvil of Arabian deserts and tribal lore, I would love to discover as much as possible of my black heritage. I'd love to film a journey of understanding who Jamaicans are today, where they came from, and even more excitingly, to stand at the gate of where my black ancestors would have stepped off Africa onto the treacherous journey to the Caribbean. Aside from the deplorable reality of slavery, there is a deep and meaningful story about the merits, benefits, and innovation in the incubation of tolerance and diversity. I'd love to share stories of successful diversity spanning from West Africa's Mauritania, down the ivory coast and the Gulf of Guinea, across to Dar es Salaam in Tanzania. 

That would be my entry into broadcasting, a dream come true, and perhaps even a book worth writing.