Finished three days of training followed by a parade through Dartmouth town, rifles and all. My arms and back are absolutely exhausted, but I met a Commodore, who's head of the Britannia Royal Naval College (basically the place all Officers-in-training go in the Royal Navy). For some reason he decided to talk to me for significantly longer than everyone else, which was pretty awkward.
In other news, I'm actually going out with someone again. It's been like 5 months since I broke up with my last girlfriend.
EDIT; just to get this out of the way,
IN THE NAVY