Tom Daley is dating a guy. But should we even care?

That’s right world – I’m back on wordpress. It’s been nearly six long months but I’m here once more, and what better thing to write about than the recent news that Tom Daley, Olympic diver for Great Britain and heartthrob for teen girls all over the world, has revealed that he’s now in a relationship with another guy.

In case you’ve been living under a rock and missed this (for some reason) headlining news, he released a video in which he spoke about the situation, the loss of his dad, and Rio 2016. Have a watch at if you feel like you’re missing out.

It’s safe to say that people have held varying views about Daley’s recent admission. Just looking down the #TomDaley tag on twitter, it’s not particularly difficult to come across homophobic tweets even from people who before considered themselves fans of his; @eden_edge explained “tom daley is a queer, now get the fag off my trends list”, whilst @alltomyself mentioned “Tom Daley is gay I am now ashamed of my country ew we can’t have a bloody fag representing us”. Of course, right at the other end of the spectrum famous faces and normal citizens alike have been wishing Tom nothing but the best; @MattyFreeman told the twittersphere that he was “proud of Tom Daley” going to to explain “I don’t see the big fuss though and the hate, he is bi, accept it” and legend @StephenFry tweeting “I opened the second door on my advent calendar and Tom Daley came out. Seriously @TomDaley1994 congratulations. So happy for you.”

Now, this is my blog, and by reading it you’re obliged to accept that at some point in every entry my opinion is going to be made known, and it’s not going to be subtle. This is that part. Yes, okay… maybe we could have called it before, but I have nothing but massive respect for Tom for confirming people’s suspicions in such a bold way. Ignoring the fact that newspapers and magazines would probably have paid him a vast, vast amount of money to have the exclusive interview, he videod himself and stuck it on youtube. No editing, no script, no PR agent telling him which angle he needs to approach it from. It was all him. And it would have taken guts. 

At the end of the day, he is a person. And he is dating another person. And that makes him happy. It doesn’t matter whether that person is male or female, he’s happy and at the end of the day, that’s all we should ever want anybody to be. I’ve never been the biggest fan of his, but my respect for him is through the roof. People who know me will know that I’m an avid supporter of gay rights and marriage, despite not being gay myself. At the end of the day, this shouldn’t be news. It shouldn’t be something anybody – famous or not – has to make a video about, or try and justify. As he says in his video, he doesn’t think it should be a big deal. And neither do I. He’s happy and he’s in a relationship. Good for him, that should be that.

On that basis, there isn’t really a lot more to say about the issue apart from congratulating him on lifting what I’m sure was quite a heavy weight from his shoulders.

Good for you, Tom. Good for you..



I haven’t updated this in a little while…

There are reasons, but I won’t bore you with the details of them. I mean, I get bored just thinking about them. I don’t want to do that to you. I know, I’m such a nice person.

You. Are. Welcome.

I did, however, think I’d give you a little catch up about what’s been going on in my life since I last wrote a half-decent blog entry! You lucky people!
Most of my time has been taken up with coursework. Wow, exciting start huh? I know. It was mind-numbingly boring ‘law of real property’ coursework – which, by the way, we hadn’t been given the lecture on and had to teach to ourselves before answering the question. The lecturer is absolutely useless. I did manage to submit it on time though, despite nearly leaving university because I couldn’t do it (okay, retrospectively, wanting to drop out because of one module was perhaps a little bit of an overreaction. Live and learn) and without having the 10% leeway on the word count that most lecturers give us. The coursework was basically about co-ownership of property, and it’s safe to say that I’m not going when we finally have the lecture on it. Just out of principle.

Apart from that, I’ve only had one thing on my mind. Yes, I know I’m a 20 year old guy. No, it’s not that. It’s Kilimanjaro! For those of you who don’t know – or for those who do but just needed a little reminder – I’m climbing Mount Kilimanjaro next year for charity. I hope to raise £2650 by doing so (you can donate through my fundraising page at if you’re feeling generous) and I absolutely can’t wait. We had a fundraising meeting the other day, which was great because I walked away with a free t-shirt, stickers, and something I’ve always wanted: one of those little coin collecting pots. Why have I always wanted one of these? I honestly couldn’t tell you. Not a clue. But my life feels a little more complete now that I have my hands on one. I’m going to be very busy over the next nine months raising the money and preparing myself both physically and mentally for the challenge. It’s going to be an incredible experience, and I’m totally buzzing for it. I’m also thankful that I get to do it in the name of such a great cause! I’ve got lots planned, and I’ll be sure to keep you updated.

If you want to keep track of what’s going on with the fundraising, what the running total is, or anything like that, then you can do so in the following ways:

  • Check out the ‘Kili 2013’ page on this blog for news about fundraisers happening near you.
  • Follow @Tris_Page on – I’ll be keeping my micro-vlog updated all along!
  • Subscribe to tris20two on youtube, where I will be updating an actual vlog about everything that happens.
  • Check out the fundraising page itself! for all the latest.
  • Follow me on twitter at @7R15 – absolutely everything ends up on here!

That’s basically what my life’s been taken up with lately. Something not to exciting, and something very exciting. Balances out I suppose.

I like it when things do that.

Anybody want a muffin?

After spending weeks looking for a job that I can fit in around university, I’ve finally been offered one today. It’s at BB’s Coffee and Muffins – and before you ask, I have no idea if we get a discount. I don’t think we do.

I saw Nickelback on Monday, 08-10-12, and I was eating at a Subway near Wembley arena when they called me, asking me questions about my CV and things. I wasn’t entirely equipped to have a telephone interview at that time as it was very busy and Call Me Maybe was playing loudly in the background, my mouth still full of cheesy goodness. When I managed to quickly choke that down, I attempted to go outside where I thought it would be quieter. It wasn’t (duh, it’s London) but they managed to shout down the phone to me and I managed to shout back. Satisfied with my vaguely-audible answers, they invited me to have a “trial shift” there today at 11am.

So, I left my house at about 10:30 today with the aim of getting the train in. It only takes 15 minutes or so to walk, but I’d rather get the train because I can figure out exactly when I’ll get there and make sure I’m on time. I bought my ticket and walked onto the platform to discover that my train was in fact already five minutes late.

That’s fine, I thought to myself, I’ll still make it in plenty of time. So I waited. I waited for five minutes, where it was announced it would be later and later. In the end – at 10:50 – I decided it wasn’t worth waiting for and decided I’d power-walk it instead. Somehow, and I mean somehow, I managed to walk from the train station to the city centre in just over six minutes. It did mean that I was probably bright red and sweaty when I got there, but if I was they didn’t seem to notice.

I spent the next hour pretending I knew the difference between a latte and a cappuccino, and standing around confused when a customer asked me anything more complicated than what the time was. I have worked in a café before, but that was about two years ago and I’ve forgotten nearly everything except how to clear a table in thirty seconds. This must have impressed them, because at noon when I was allowed to leave, they offered me the job. I gratefully accepted it, and I’m pretty happy about that. They even gave me a free muffin so I didn’t work for an hour unpaid.

The ‘they’ I keep referring to is my supervisor. Unlike my last job, my supervisor here looks like Kirsten Dunst. I’m not complaining.

I do need to take my passport with me on Saturday though. Normally, I keep my passport in a hessian wallet inside a plastic folder on my shelf. That way, I always know where it is. Unfortunately, due to the amount of travelling I did this summer, I’ve managed to loose it somewhere because it never ended up in its folder between trips. I had to phone mum and ask her to post it to me, but she couldn’t find it. Which means on Friday night, I get to go allll the way back down to Plymouth, find my passport, and then come allll the way back up to Cardiff on Saturday morning. Super.

I’m definitely happy that I’ve been given a job. There are only about 5 people who work there, and the 3 I met today are really nice. Two of them were from somewhere in Europe too, so I love their accents. Anyway, I thought I’d share this (less than interesting) story. So there you go. If you ever end up in the mall in Cardiff, desperate for a muffin, it might just be me who serves you.