Tuesday, 6 September 2016

I'm a furry now.

When Tom became Tomcat.


I'm a cat. Hello, how are you?

So a far bit has happened in my life since the last post.

When I posted last, I was living with my ex and was (I say this in huge double quotes) "happy"

I broke with him and got chucked out.

My best friend then helped me out and after moving back home, he took me down to Southampton, where I attended my first ever fur meet.

I say took, when I should say, dragged, kicking and screaming.

Looking back now, I don't know why I put up so much resistance to this.

I had the an absolute blast. I met some amazingly intelligent people who conversations were so epic, I was picking up from the floor, the slush that was brain.

Also that day, I somehow, found myself attracted to another guy, after about three hours of pure unmitigated panic and a lot of support from my friend, I asked him out.

He said no.

But, don't feel sad, because we are now good friends.

Towards the end of the meet, I had another first, in the form of a Chinese.

For those of you with dirty minds, I am referring to a meal, not another fella.

After some discusion, I worked out that I'm a cat.

My friend later tells me that he always knew this and just need it awakened.

It's kinda true, I love milk, I can't eat enough fish, I get confused when a red dot appears and I love to sleep.

I then go to a few more meets and my "fursonia" develops, until last week, when Thundertom was finally born.

My best friend who got me into this in the first place, also drew me as my cat.

He's a very friendly and quite a hyper vampire cat.

He also has two brothers called Spike and Spark.   

When Tomcat met Jonbear

Last month, I met Jon who I asked out.

He said yes.

He's now stuck with me. We are having an absolute blast

He wasn't a furry when I met him, but he had no objects to accompanying me to one of the meets.
He clearly had a great time, and he saw how this had become a huge part of my life. He also learn how becoming a furry helped me to not just get over my ex, but to also regain my happiness and my confidence.

Below are a few videos of the meets.

This first one is a lovely video showing the interaction between the different suiters and the really welcoming and friendly atmosphere.

The second video is one of those moments that just happened, the meet was in a slightly different venue and there was a park near by.

What happens? They all become children again,

I am also in this video with Jon, we are just as humans because these suits are so damn expensive. See if you can spot the couple not really moving very quickly because they are more interested in each other.


Tomcat out

Tuesday, 3 November 2015

Hello, can you hear me? I'm in California dreaming about who we used to be. When we were younger and free.

I am beyond super busy. Done so much this year.

In other news, I'm moving out. As of this moment.

Hench the busyness.

I'm in the middle of my two weeks leave. It could not have come sooner, even though I love this job, I could feel myself slowing down and getting tired. I had the first part of last week to just chill and got given the keys on the Friday (30th.) Me and the most amazing man in the world will soon have all our stuff in there.

I'm trying to do Nanowrimo.

Note the word 'trying'

It's hard to write when your moving.

To slightly contradict myself, I did work today (Monday) and got a shift tomorrow (Tuesday) because I'm supporting someone to do a course at college. As their key worker - although how can I be a key worker when I'm the only supporter they have on a regualar basis- I'm responsible for ensuring this persons Support.

I have no underlings.

I want my own staff.

I totaled up everything that I wrote and its come to 120,000 words. Thats a full novel.

There is just one problem.

Those words are not all in the same piece of work.


Some dickward swiped my car as he drove past and took off the wing mirror.

Not what I need when I use my car for work.

All I want to do is find a tight little corner. Take my laptop, its charger and a usb cable and just write.

Also pay rise. For some of my work. I have a second (or second and half role) where I will get £9 an hour.

Fucking yay!

Need that.

Not sure what else to write.

This seems to be the best way to put on paper how my brain works.

Just jumping from one thing to


Sunday, 25 May 2014


Sammy -as her mother likes to call her - left school five years ago with stars in her eyes and dreams of the West End.

Three years of college destroyed that dream, and the jumping between temporary retail jobs is starting to become comical.

I suppose that Sammy's goal of having a Ferrari before she was twenty-one is about to go up in flames. She is more focused on how to get herself out of this hell hole.

Learning how to legally castrate that two-timing stupid son of a whore would be a bonus.

The walk to her house from Ben's is only about five minutes, yet Sam's mind keeps replaying those warning signs again and again.

Its like her bother said, he's not bloody worth it.

She mutters under her breath as precession of cars and limousines whose drives past, they are definitively taking their time.

She gives them a cursory glance over when she spots a guy sat in the back of a limousine staring towards her

"What do fuck do you want?” She thinks to herself before losing the will to follow thorough with her hasty planned tirade.

News travels fast in this town. Sam walks into the back door of her house that leads into the kitchen and is greeted by her dad who opens up his arms,

Sammy is able release the tears that have been bottling up. After a few moments she begins register the smell of shepherds pie and that her dads does not have oversized palms but rather he's wearing oven mitts.

“Are you cooking?” Asks Sam with a slight laugh and a hint of optimism.

“Yep...And I don't need my mother to do it for me.”

Saturday, 24 May 2014

Miss Montgomery's Cat

Mark spreads out his head in palm of his hands, it's going to be a long morning. His tie is loose and his chubby red cheeks combine perfectly with the fat wrapped around his arched neck. Tuned to Radio 4, Mark looked up to the old clock on the wall, the one that looked liked it came directly from the Thatcher era.

“The safe seat.” That's what his high and mighty leader told him, “There is no way we can loose this one.”

“I've just been tweeted.” The soft female voice came from the radio. “When will you give us the results for the Green Party?” Who care about your twitter? Mark wondered, whose wanting to tweet her?

Geography, that's it. He could have been a geography teacher, at least that way he might have had a chance at gaining some popularity.

“The conservatives have lost Boemen End.” Mark threw his pen across that room and refilled his whisky glass. What's the point any more? he wondered as his eyes start to grow heavy.

His mind went back to when his was fourteen and dressed in his school uniform. His teacher pitched him against Hawkings, one of the larger members of his class; Hawkings excess weight would often leave him short of breath, couple this with his set of unwashed clothes and bits of food stuck in his teeth, you are left with a very unfaltering subject.

Even thought it was an easy win for him, Mark still debated his life out. In the foolishness of youth, he honestly thought that he might be in with a chance to change the world. How wrong he was.

Now a failed fifty something year old councillor, the once razor sharp jaw line has been blunted. What would that plucky fourteen year think if he could see his future.

Politics is a game, Mark had learnt; a game, like the ones you play as a kid, but here, you win or go home with your tail in between your legs and a place just for you in the hall of forgotten and humiliated souls.

He looks around his desk and come to the realisation that he must be the only ex-politician that does not have at least one picture of his family on his desk. Mark promised himself that he would get around to framing a photo.

Just as soon has he has started a family.

Deciding that it's too stuffy, Mark leaves his office and walks into his hallway, on the wall to his right is a set of coat pegs which hold up a trusty fifteen year old mac. Putting it on, he heads to kitchen at the end of the hall and rummages though three different draws before opening the cupboard nearest the window to find two half empty boxes of cereal, one large muit-pack of salt and vinegar crisps and a think plastic torch, with a clear see through body, and black grips.

Mark steps out of the front door and locks it behind him, he buttons up his mac, and switches on the flash light, the only other light comes from the moon desperately fighting through the clouds to light ground below and to give life to local werewolf’s.

I wonder if Miss Montgomery is a werewolf, Mark has never seen her at night. He looks down the street to his right, her kitchen light is on but the living room is lit up by the white glow of her televisions. She must still be up, watching the election.

Her cat walked up to Mark and circled, as if she was inspecting him.

“Did you vote for me?” He asked. The cat meowed in reply. “I would give you a 'I voted' sticker, but I've run out”

The houses on her side of the street look like they were lifted directly from Clint Eastwood movie. Mark's shoes made a clopping sound as he walked up the four wooden stairs to the porch. Even in this bad light, the ivy that crepes up on either side of the door shines with a dark green glow.

“Miss Montgomery.” he called as he knocked the door. “It's err...it's Mark”

There is no reply, the only sound to come from the house is from the wrinkled BBC reporter, patrolling across his studio as if he was some kind of president who has just won a war.

Mark chooses not to touch the pitch black gargoyle knocker held almost out of reach. If he woke any of the neighbours, he would be fighting on two fronts. One battle was enough for this year. He taps on the white door again. It crept open, as if the wind had invited him to enter.

“Miss Montgomery” he called out into the house, deliberately staying on the porch, the sound carried up the stairs on the left hand side and into the empty landing, eventually warping around the entrance to the living-room and then through to the kitchen.

Miss Montgomery's cat walks past Mark and gives him a respectable meow, making him jump in the process.

Spooky walks though the door, nudging it just a little. She's strutting her stuff down hall way as if he was some kind of supermodel.

Spooky's walk and her feline invitation is enough for mark to take in one deep breath and open the door fully. He calls into the house again.

“Miss Montgomery”...”Miss Montgomery, its Mark..erm, Mark, from across the road.” He steps into the hall way. The wood under the pink welcome rug creaked with Mark's body weight. This did not help his nerves.

On his left side, there is a small waist high cabinet. The home of a snow white vase that Mark had given her for her 48th birthday a few months ago. Some of the pieces have been thrown on the floor while the main base is still resting, where the vase would normally live.

Spooky pokes her head out from the living-room at the end of the hall and meows at Mark.

Mark, with some caution, follows Spooky's lead. He walks with his neck stretched out in front of him, as if his eyes were acting as a forward scout for some kind of army. With a final meow from Spooky, Mark enters the living room but stays just in front of the door way, he flicks the light switch that searched around the wall for what feels like an eternity.

The energy saving light took a few seconds to come to life, when it illuminated the room in its vanilla glow, it reviled the location of the quiet Miss Montgomery. It take all of Mark's willpower to keep himself from vomiting.


You don't have to read this bit, it's just here as quick note should you want some find out how this post came to be.

So I'm starting to take up writing, I began last November with NaNoWriMo. I wrote just over 10,000 words. While doing that I touched base with some other writers in my area who were also trying to do Nano. A few months after, one of the members posted a link to the groups Facebook page which lead to a number of courses that were free and starting soon.

The start writing fiction course seem like it was for me, so I kinda took it. This is the task from week two. A task which is two weeks too late.

The task is to turn on the radio and write about the first thing that is talked about. I had the misfortune to turn to Radio Four, at 1:32am on the EU election night.

After a few seconds of listening to a station that I'm sure is used by Scotland Yard to integrate subjects, the idea of a failed politician came to mind. The name 'Mark' was just a random name.

I then got stuck at about 200 words and called it a night. the next morning I had to take my mother shopping, I decided to wait in the car while she went around Sainsbury's. I took my laptop with me and started to tackle this again. After a few moments, Miss Montgomery came to mind, I kinda had an image of how she might look but I let Mark lead the way instead.

I've omitted the last two paragraphs, I am not happy with them, I might add them later but right now the current ending seems to be doing the job.

Now I've ended with the start of political crime story. Strange how that happens.

The course that I am doing can be found at futurelearn.com

I would love it if you would like to give me feedback on this, I don't mind if it is positive or negative as long as it is constructive.

Please feel free to follow me on twitter @sanderstom14

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

The Book Thief - Movie Review

So, I was lucky enough to get my grubby little hands on a pair of preview tickets for the movie adaptation of Markus Zusak’s; The Book Thief.  Set in Germany before and during world war two, the Book Thief follows the story of a young girl named Liesel Meminger (Sophie Nélisse) who is adopted by Hans and Rosa Hubermann when her mother finds that she cannot cope after her brother passes away.

It’s rare for me find a movie where I do not have any negative criticism, I will try my best to avoid spoilers however I hold no guarantees.

The open shots are class; we see the German landscape in pure unrivalled beauty, which is carried along through the film resulting in a grand total of zero ugly scenes. Even the ones which towards the end which show the pain and devastation of the people caught in middle of war are beautiful.

The story is guaranteed to make you ball and cry yet it ends on the most happiest of notes. We see a life that was lived to it full. You end up rooting for every character, even Ludwig. You almost feel like you know them.

Sophie Nélisse’s performance was way beyond her years, she took the role and played with more gusto and respect than any audit actor, it was remarkably brave of her to take on such a strong character which I suspect many fans have taken to their heart.  Did I mention? She’s only 13. If Nélisse keeps this up, she will have the most amazing future ahead of her.

The same can be extended to her co-star Nico Liersch, his portrayal of Rudy Steiner was on such a level that if the current adult actors don’t watch there then they will be taken by Steiner, we saw emotions and power that the Hollywood elite would kill for. Liesel’s love interest is one of the few that has not made me want to throw up on the director, I was willing them, I wanted them to spend the rest of their lives together and go on amazing adventures.

Liesel adoptive parents are in a word, phenomenal. We are introduced to them early on in the film where we are greeted by the kind Hans who chooses to refer to Liesel as ‘her majesty’ and Rosa who is disappointed to find that only one child has arrived, not the two that she was expecting.  However as we progress through the film we see beyond Rosa’s cold exterior and see that inside she has the most warm and loving heart in the world. Emily Watson’s portrayal of Rosa is one the best examples of character development in film. Geoffrey Rush and Emma Watson gave a master class on pure acting.

I then found myself wanting to care for Max Vandenburg who just arrives on Hunermann’s doorstep almost unannounced, we are introduced to him about a quarter of the way into the movie where he forced to leave his mother and seek refuge at Hunermann’s. His love of words and stories bring Liesel together, one scene that really shows this is when Max asks Liesel to tell him what the weather is like outside, he then asks her to ‘tell’ him, if her eyes could see, what would they say?

Special mention should be given to John Williams who has produced let another legendary soundtrack, unlike his more well-known work such as Star Wars and anything directed by Steven Spielberg, John Williams kept it simple, the piano theme which works its way through the movie, practically tells the story on its own.

I left the cinema speechless, I am sad that I have wait until the 26th
before I can see this movie, I am also sad that The Book thief has not received as much promotion as it truly deserves. This is a story will most likely stay with you forever and everyone should see it at least once.

Monday, 25 November 2013

A Letter To my NaNoWriMo Characters.

Dear characters of my nanowrimo novel,

argh...Why didn't I think of that sooner?

OK, I did think of it sooner, but I didn't notice it and it was right in front of me. This idea that I wrote in Chapter five is going to be able to sustain the entire story while linking up all the other plot arcs. It was right there.

Jason, Hows the arm? Don't worry, I love you. You are no longer just a side story, You are now a main character, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure you childhood friend stays alive.

Lucan, there is no way in hell that I'm going to break up your relationship with Jason. In fact this book will make your love even stronger. You may have been a side plot, but you are so important you are going into the main story.

Cassy, you were the reason I was basing my head against metaphorical wall, I'm not going to write your plot any-more. Unfortunately you already exist in chapters two through four, so I can't kill you without reason, from now on you are just an extra who need to fill a seat. You were meant to be the Katniss or the Herminone of the story. Instead you are some dumb Texan who keeps getting in my way.

Terrance, I really don't know what to do with you. Maybe your story will come about later on.

William, or Wolfram if you say so. I do feel sorry for you, I may have killed your parents, made you grow up on the streets, ruined your relationship with Tamsyn and turned your best friend into a mindless killer who turned on his own brother but please do remember that I am feeling sorry for you. Wolfy, although you need to move on, I'll let you curl up and cry in your bed for a while, you've been strong for far far too long.

Tamsyn, You are tap dancing on the line between good and evil, you do realise that people who read this are going to hate you and I hate your parents. I am going to have so much fun for you

Sam, erm...sorry mate.

Lewis, How are you keeping? You seem to be in a coma right now. The story is somewhat centred around you, so we kinda need you, so if you could wake up just at the start of act two, that would be great. Also when you do come back, could you stop being so nostalgic, that would be a great help.

I hope you are all having nice evening

Yours with love,


Wednesday, 30 October 2013

My First NaNoWriMo Experience.

As the title suggests, this post is going to be thrown mercilessly at your face.

A few days ago, I made the rather wonderful decision to get of my abnormally large rear-end and meet up other with writers who are doing NaNoWriMo. I am so god-dam glad that I did, what was meant to be a one hour kick-off party turned in to a five hour meshing of minds, memories, travels and intelligence (I brought what little of the mind I had, but you can forget about the other three.)

It was clear that I am the baby of the group.

The writers that I met had so many stories to tell, and far too many to list here, there was someone who studied biology but then went to work for a chain of comic stores and an American archaeologist who travels, stories and world knowledge leave me jealous.

We talked about everything and anything, from our particular fandoms to politics and how politics in America is like a group of four year old's who don't know how to behave.

What surprised me is how far to the left our Conservative party is compared to The Republicans. In fact over in America our conservatives are closer in line to The Democrats. On that bases, our liberals are almost considered radical. 

One thing I did know and what was confirmed is that there is no middle ground in American politics, you are ether a democrat or a republican. I also learned that more and more people are choosing to vote for an independent representative.

I asked if one of our governments could move to an independent model? Sadly in today's world, it would come down to government by Murdoch, only those with the personality (and quite a lot of cash) would be able to get the main votes, it wouldn't even matter what there policies are. 

An example of this is Ancient Greece, imagine only the rich men at the head of the household making all of the decisions. It wouldn't matter who had the ideals to change the world and do good for other people, they don't have the money to pull in the crowds, no one is going to hear them shout.

Personally, I would love to see an election race between two or more independent candidates in which money is not involved, all that matters is the polices, and how they are going to serve the American people. 

Sadly, as a species, it seems like we are not ready for something so advance, we need flashing lights and Neil Patrick Harris type performance.

So it seem that the best we can hope for is that both our governments can work the way they were intended, on compromise. A wonderful example of this is the recent Syrian crises, both Cameron and Obama wanted to charge in there and the bomb the living daylight out of the Syrian people, but it was clear that most of us in America and Britain did not want anyone to go into yet another war.

Both Cameron and Obama knew that if they if they did to to war, they would have a one hell of a time trying to keep us all calm, I think we could all see that if we marched into Syria, Russia and China will go to defend their allies in the region and we could potently have world war three on our hands.

Thus it was put to a vote, over here in Britain we were the first to say no, clearly this pissed off Mitt Romney who later passed a remark saying that France was a better alloy then Britain. I think everyone laughed at that.

America had a vote too and unsurprisingly, they also said no. 

During that situation, our governments actually did their jobs, they represented the wants, needs and wishes of their people. I may hate Cameron and the conservatives but I will respect him for putting the decision forward to vote and possibly in effect persuading Obama to do the same.   

If your interested, in the last election I voted for the liberal democrats, next time around I am very likely to vote for Labour, even if I do think that Ed Miliband is a spineless twat.

You know something, NaNoWriMo is not about the novel (I'm still going to write the bloody thing,) it's about the people you meet, the lesson you learn and the stories you share. It is the people who get together under the common banner of a love writing that help make NaNoWriMo so special.

I sincerely hope I don't mess things up and that friends I make over the next month or so will hang around for a little while afterwards