Thomas Walsh is a student who joined the 11x1 class in Sir Charles Kao UTC. He was an enthusiastic young scholar with dreams. Dreams of being on the big stage. A jazz band. He decided to dye his hair. It was a strange hot pink colouration and it earned him mixed opinions. He seemed to be mildly bemused by me solving a Rubik's puzzle. We had, on the way to another school, an interesting conversation about these particular puzzles as he asked me question upon question about them.  While a strange and quiet student at first, he quickly adjusted to UTC life and made friends. He often said strange things and acted in strange ways but I suppose that added a sense of enjoyment of life to his character. He had a bizarre personality, often taking pictures of men he saw on the streets. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a peculiar yet enjoyable friendship...

He started the year in our class with the classic class introduction, standing at the front and introducing himself. The sort of stereotypical introduction you'd see in most school films, however this was not a film and it was certainly anything but stereotypical. A few days later I had discovered that he was gay, and suddenly all of the strange things he did, all of the confusing things he said, they all made sense. Occasionally he'd serenade me in the middle of the class with a rather incredible soprano voice. However his song choice for serenading me was rather odd as he would choose known rock songs. (What those songs were, I'll leave up to you.) 

More often than not he would say things that would make anyone curious or confused. (He he, like the pun?) Within a few months of knowing him he had already said more than enough strange things to make a thousand page book. (Might be an idea for the future!) At the time of writing this autobiography we are merely three months into the final academic year of our GCSE studies and Thomas had already made it a wacky and overall hysterical year with many wonderful statements to peak anyone's interest. He seemed to have made it a mission of his to get me into the jazz band that I had mentioned earlier. By that I mean I picked up my phone and he told me I would be in the band. He seemed to be drunk but I thought nothing of it and simply went along with the idea, occasionally sending him audio clips of me playing my guitar. He appeared to like them.