The Mariot

I’ve just got back from the gymnasium in the Mariot Hotel (Cardiff City centre), and what an experience it was too!

I’ve not been to the gym for ages, due to the fact that living within the city centre is expensive enough in itself and I’m too lazy most of the time to get out the house and just run. I figured, seeing as my younger brother Chris is, by far, a damn sight more buff than me, it’s time I actually pulled my finger out and got fit.

Picture Me in Speedo’s. “Ah yeah” *cool expression* XD

So how did it all begin? My friend, Lauren Entwistle, joined the gym yesterday evening, at the Mariot. After discovering she gets a number of of VIP tickets – allowing a friend to come along for free – she decided it was a great idea for me to come along with her. We’re like brother and sister, although most of the time she plays mum. (Yes, I’m a lot older than her, but it’s funny half the time).

So this morning we arranged to meet at 10am at the Mariot and use it’s illustrious facilities. We were each given a towel and a locker key, and then made our way to the changing rooms. I expected a scattering of hot young talent – you know the type; smooth pecks, tasty looking shoulders and a cheeky smile to die for – but the place wasn’t that busy at all. In fact it was slightly empty apart from a few middle aged guys. Well, it was 10am in the morning. Shame, I thought. I was hoping for some eye candy!

After locking my stuff up, I joined Lauren in the main gym room. We started on the treadmill, which was great fun, and I got up to a fast walking pace. Didn’t fancy running – it was only the first day, and I’d be running up and down stairs for 6 hours in work (Nando’s St Davids 2) later on. I got up to quite a pace and even increased the height considerably – well, I am a ‘valley boy’, so I should be used to steep inclines. I used to sprint back and forth to school as a kid.

We completed a 20 minute workout and the machine came to a stop, though my legs still felt as if I were moving forward at great speed, even whilst standing still. Next up was the walking peddle thingy machine… I think people call it a Gazelle. It was slightly tricky to stabilise on it, as it felt like I was hobbling from side to side, but I managed to get the hang of it eventually. We didn’t spend too long on it though, as apparently (according to Lauren) you shouldn’t push yourself too hard on the first day. So we moved on to do some stretching and sit-ups with a medicine ball.

I’ve not done sit-ups in a long while, and it’s not one of my favourite things to do. But doing them with someone else is a lot better. We used the medicine ball to give some weight and Lauren stood on my feet to help me. I really don’t have much muscle in my stomach. I’ve never had a six pack or even a four pack. I’ve just been thin and pretty much average. Being a guy who detests violence, I figured I’d never need to be built like a brick shit-house. But then, it’s important as an actor to keep in shape and refine the tool that is your body. I’d better get started then!

We then got changed for swimming. Now, I’ve not been swimming for well over five years – since way Way WAY before I came out with my bisexuality. Hence why I didn’t go swimming much at all. Apart from the fact that I can’t swim (I sort of splash and float like a concrete brick), I just felt very conscious about the fact I’d be surrounded by other hot guys with amazing naked bodies – I was never too pleased with this incarnation of mine. But that was back then, and not now. Though I still can’t swim (much) I’m a lot more comfortable with myself and sexuality. (Bit of a daft reason not to go swimming in the past, to be honest)

Before we hit the pool, Lauren and I entered the Sauna – a hot steamy room that I’d never been in before. God, it was hot in there, but it felt brilliant. Apparently the heat is meant to detox your body through sweat. The tiled seating was hot to sit on, and you could feel the condensation going up your nostrils when you breathed in. It was relaxing though.

We then used the pool, which wasn’t deep at all. In fact it only came up to my chest, in the deep end, so there was no worry about drowning. No diving either (for obvious reasons lol). I did a couple of lengths back and forth and realised I can sort of swim to a certain extent. It’s the breathing I have trouble with. Sometimes it’s like I panic in the water, short of breath, which causes the heart to go mad and you naturally wanna breath faster and whatnot. I just need to control my breathing and it should be fine really.

The last time I went swimming was at some mad boring ‘Christian camp’ called Hebron (which was in Cardiff), where they keep you in for a couple of days, sing songs, do activities and whatnot then have mass praying sessions and the odd “conversion” evening. It was alright at the time. But when it came to using their pool, some idiot called Damian (no, not the Anti-Christ) decided he’d be a show-off by performing a backward somersault off the side of the pool into the water. Well… he ended in the water alright, right after he smashed his skull open on the concrete side. Blood poured into the water, spreading outwards. He was rushed to the hospital and bandaged up. But they sterilised the pool, after, with enough chlorine to blind a horse! My eyes stung like mad.

Luckily, this pool at the Mariot was nothing short of pleasant. And the fact that we used the jacuzzi afterwards (I’ve never been in one before!!!)… it was like being on holiday! The best holiday ever!! I’ve not been that relaxed in a very long while, and after all the stress, and that mental breakdown I had last week – yes, it’s a hard life being an agony uncle (or as I like to call Doctor) to so many people – this was just what I’d needed to relax again.

*Leans back in the jacuzzi and sighs to oneself in relaxation*

Am I going to come back? Very probably! XD


Everyone’s Doctor

I just had a phone call from a dear old friend of mine – a Mr. Arron J Lindsey – from Kent, currently studying Art Design in Stoke University. He was drunk, but his reason for calling me was because he needed someone to talk to. In his own words, he said he needed his “Doctor” – aka, me.

The term Doctor is derived not from the medical profession, but from that very same Time Lord (Doctor Who) that goes whizzing off through time and space in a silly little blue box; righting wrongs, fighting monsters and making people see the better in themselves. The term means something along the lines of “noble, trustworthy and wise friend”. Not that I’m very wise.

I certainly don’t travel through time and space in a blue box. BUT, I do have a habit of stepping into people’s lives and trying to make order.

“It has become a fact, Jamie… that I do tend to get involved in things”
Patrick Troughton: the 2nd Doctor

There was a time when I would interfere outrightly in the affairs of other people; when their domestics and individual lives had turned to darkness and despair, I’d step in and try to calm things. Indeed, that is how I’ve met quite a number of my family of friends. I know what it is to be alone and afraid. I know what it’s like when you don’t fit in because you’re different, and a dark place it is too.

So, I tried to help. Tried to connect to people. The title of Doctor comes under the category of ‘special friend’. Maybe even your best friend. The person you can talk to and trust and share secrets and problems with and never feel the fool. The person who takes a shitty day and makes you smile and laugh. And they do it because they want to. Not because they have to.

We ‘Doctors’ live by a moral code. What do we do? We take people who don’t believe in themselves and we push them, challenge them, into standing up for what they dream about. We encourage, inspire, and we don’t stop till they’re on their feet and marching towards that end goal, full of self confidence and drive.

Telling someone you believe in them and have faith in them is all it takes to get them started. Giving them a bond of friendship that is stronger than any other keeps them going. Then before you know it, they’re off on their own adventures, doing the same to everyone else.

We’re always solving people’s troubles, even for random people we don’t even know – although nothing is truly random; everything happens for a reason. We are all destined for greatness; we just need the right friends to get us there. We’re trustworthy people. Men of honour. It is our duty to make your day just that little more special by making you feel special as yourself. All the antics of a good friend.

I’ve become ‘Doctor’ to so many a people over the years. I’ve even lost count. And the perks of the job? People miss you most of all. You make a difference to the world around you. (And the truth is we make the best boyfriends, because we’re bloody fantastic lol)

Will I ever stop?


To all those who I’ve inspired and pushed forward, I salute you and love you. And I’m very proud of you all =)