Almost everyone -except my agent- knows that I work as an extra every now and then. It is not the greatest thing for an actor to do, but hey, it pays the bills.

As an extra you can be asked to play different situations like the bar of a casino or a dancing guest at a ball, but considering my ethnic niche in the British industry the situations I fit in are more like plebe crowds standing on the street, airports or Mexican mental health hospitals.

Today we are shooting a working class riot in a Mediterranean city and apparently it will be a long day. As an extra however, extra is all you wish for: no lunch break +£20, haircut +£15, extra hour +£16, and of course being featured will not only double your pay but rise your status to 'featured working class protestor' and appear in the credits next to Russell, Brad, or Hugh.

At times you are not even used and you spend the entire day sitting down feeling miserable. But wait, they are calling me now and I can't find my hat...oh, here it is, inside the pocket of my grey protestor coat.