THE TIMES Article Here

My TIMES Article ‘Wasted Youth’

Just found an old newspaper which featured an article I had written for The Times newspaper in 2006.

I was asked to write about my eating disorder, as part of the UK’s Eating Disorder Awareness week, I had been sugarcoated for weeks by the magazines journalist, who promised to help me with a book I was writing.

Only to find Monday morning, my photo appearing with the headline ‘WASTED YOUTH’ on the front page, I was embarrassed, and felt I had been taken advantage off.

I only took the offer, of the promise of getting help with my book, I can assure you I was never paid to take part, nor was I ever offered any help/support for my book.

It was a start of my adventures in the media world, where I learned people will use and abuse you no matter, if your young or ill, if a journalist has to use a headline to sell papers, they will do it.

I guess I can say…. within hours my face was used to wrap some greasy fish and  chips…….. which also sums my life as well… LOL

C’est La Vie and FUCK YOU ‘THE TIMES’

G-A-Y Late….. Drunk And I Meet A Boy!

An Italian……

The conversation started over me asking did he have a spare cigarette, and lighter, (CHEEKY QUESTION, BUT HEY IT GOT THE BALL ROLLING) he was charming, very handsome, works in Science………….

Tourist (sniff, sniff)

But apparently comes to London, every month to work, which is nice…

Now its not even possible to have a relationship as its too long distance, but he did teach me a thing or two…

when we exchanged numbers, he got out an old Nokia, I gasp “No Iphone? No Grindr” he laughed…

“No I prefer to meet real guys, and not be let down after building up a huge expectation”

He was right……… I have since deleted all my SHAG aps, and want to try meet guys how mother nature intended us to meet….. IN PERSON, NOT BY A SEXY OVER EDITED PHOTO.

Maybe the Italian was not meant for me as a husband, but he certainly did teach me a thing or two about life……. and was a great Italian Stallion in bed also (but hey I never kiss n tell……… well not about good guys anyways)

You Can Take Me To A Posh Club…………. But!

But I am still always going to be a HOLE IN THE JEANS, KINDA GAL!

Had a great night yesterday with my friend Sebastian at Covent Garden’s Hospital Club.

It was a carnival themed night, and of course In true Thomas-James Fisher style I turned up in jeans with a hole in the crouch, and a old mighty mouse t-shirt that I have no idea were it came from as was miles too big for me.

Maybe an old shag left it in my room?

Anyways, I ended up in G-A-Y Late…… wait for the next blog to read what happened next.

What Ever Happened???

Life is not about being strong, lucky, or happy. It's about doing the right thing
and making the right choices. When you look in a mirror there are two faces looking
back. The man and the child. The child will always be there, but it should know its
place and remain firmly in the shadow. The man will always be in focus unless of
course the man chooses that the child will look back. What does this mean? Well 
it states the obvious that the child is always within us. 

The child willconsume all without giving back. The child will think only of its 
self and take credit for good and excuse the bad. The child will always take first 
and give nothing back. It forgets that it is not really the centre of the universe
just the star in his father's eye! Sometimes the star that shines so brightly can 
fade into the blackness of the night sky. The man can step forward and take control, 
he can reenergise the light and become what he has always been the star in his 
fathers eye.

The choice is yours

Yesterdays HIV Checkup

So yesterday I went for my 6 monthly HIV test results (NEGATIVE)

But sitting in the waiting area got me thinking and giggling at how strange people actually are.

I am sitting in the middle armchair, I have a skinny dirty looking guy to my right and a overweight girl to my left.

The noise of Grindr is blasting away from the guy on my right, who clearly is not taking this checkup seriously and is more interested to find his next shag (I hope its somebody dirty also) as the guy stinks to hell of BO.

The Girl to my left got called up for her checkup, she spots a 5p coin on the floor as she walks with the doctor, after 15 minutes she returns to pick up the 5p coin, puts it in her purse and excites the building (CHEAP, CHEAP, CHEAP)

I am called up next, as I walk with the doctor, an older gentleman comments how nice my bum is………. I roll my eyes.

Gotta love having a sexual health checkup done…

Never a boring day in my life!

Nam-myoho-renge-kyo

Nam-myoho-renge-Kyo

Nam-myoho-renge-Kyo

Nam-myoho-renge-Kyo

So this week my friend took me to a Buddhist meeting.

At first I was very skeptical as I thought it would be a bunch of brainwashed people who have falling into another religious cult, but  seeing as in life I feel very lost, I thought it might help me to relax/find myself or at-least relax for an hour or two.

The meeting started with the Nam-myoho-renge-Kyo followed by a number of different readings. It was nice to see people passionate about what they believed it.

After chanting the discussion was about how Buddhism has changed our lives.

I decided to be honest and tell them that It was my first time their, and right now I am lost and finding the light again in my life….. I had a couple of people smile at me and telling me I will be fine, their was two gay guys in the group, who looked at me with discuss and I can clearly see them judging me (I thought Buddhists) were peaceful/non judgement people, but I guess taking a gay from Soho, does not make them any less than a bitch!

I enjoyed it, I felt welcomed, it was only after we started to leave, my relaxing evening came about converting and becoming a full-time member…. THIS IS NOT WHAT I LIKE!!

I guess my search to find inner piece shall continue!