Jay

My names Jason Romer, Friends call me Jay. I Live in East London, Whitechappel. I was born in 73 so that makes me....34, Aaaarhhh!! It-an'arf creep up on ya, don’t it?! Got to admit though, I don't feel or act my age at all, 18 till the day I die me, except when it's business off course, then it's a different story but I have to say, that's a relatively new thing. I was born in Epsom Hospital, I lived in Chessington Road in Ewell in a house that no longer exists and went to Ewell grove primary. Then from there I went to Bishopsmead middle school, again not allot happened there apart from acquiring a skill for breaking and busting myself up, you know, the clumsy period in life. I ended up going to Epsom High secondary school, which by the way I hated every bloody second of, always causing shite or getting in to it. I was a total misfit, a real loner. No girlfriends, no real friends as such, never went out or experienced anything for one reason or another till I went out to live with my Dad (Jim) in Cyprus and even then I didn't dive in with both feet, but regardless loved every f@!kin minute of it. If you’re reading this Mike, to the good old days, going to Happy Valley, Dodge Town, splitting or heads open and falling down the whole flight of marble hotel stairs together pissed out of our heads. Here’s to you mate!! I came back from there and proceeded to go through a plethora of jobs, a high percentage of which never lasting more than a couple of months. One of the more memorable was a salesman job that I got myself in Wallington. This lasted a grand total of 1 ½ days, as I ended up having a full on war of words with anyone who was not polite in saying no thank you(can’t stand disrespecting people), the worst of which ending with me wedging my foot in the door and having a full on roll around with the geezer in his front garden, stimulating, but not the best of ways to earn a good wage, especially on commission based earnings. I managed to hold down a job as a mechanic for around 5 years, now, they were some good times, definitely had some good laughs there. I can remember my boss having a compulsion for cleanliness, I mean you could literally eat your dinner of the floor, if you came in with leather soled dress shoes you’d slip over and fall on your arse, he swept the bastard floor to a sheen, no lie. He was also, a gadget freak; he had brought his prized set of house speakers in and set them up in the garage. Now this guy new his shit, really, he would only buy the best and only the most privileged of people (me god only knows why being one of them) could use it. One lunch time I had been out to Sutton High Street and purchased myself a set of headphones, quite expensive ones to. I got back, opened the garage up, pulled them from their plastic case and proceeded to plug them in to his very expensive and VERY powerful amp, as I new he would not be back for a while because he had some other business to take care of. Dave my boss had always been very clear in telling me not to turn the volume control above level five, as it would over stretch the speakers, or something?! Now, I’ve got them on, pressed play on the C.D and Metalica, Enter Sandman starts ripping through my head phones, and into my head duff….duff….duff….duff.der.duff…duff….duff, I loved that fu@king song. Anyway its getting real good to me, so I crank up the volume a little and I’m thinking to myself, this…sound…the…bollocks! So I crank the volume a little more. Now I knew these headphones were going to be good but I’m feeling the music, and I mean, I’m really feeling it, all through my body, so I think to myself, sod it, no other fu@ker can hear it. I grab the volume knob and turn that bad boy all the way up to 10. Out the corner of my eye I catch sight of a group of people from the Taxi Garage across the yard and Rob from the body shop next door looking through the window to the workshop with a sort of, WHAT….THE….F@CK!! Expressions on their face, with that I pull the headphones off my head so I can say what’s ya problem, immediately! I’ve crumbled to the floor throwing my hands over my head and have realised, that in my haste, I had forgotten to turn the selector dial to headphones only. So now all I can make out is a much distorted tweeter and a very f@cked up Farty bass. Some how, god only knows how, I got out of the shit. I think I blamed it on the mice chewing on his cones??! Doooh! I have work for little under 2 years full time in the Adult Film Industry as a Male Performer; before I go any further, I would never give myself the title Porn Star. First off, I'm not famous and I’m definitely not a star. 2nd From the knowledge I have obtained in the brief time I have been in this job, it would seem to take a long time, allot of hard work (please believe me guys and girls it is hard work sometimes, in more ways than one) to come anything close to a star in anyone’s eyes but your own, and really, the girls are the stars in my eyes. I'm just a mere tool, excuse the pun?! I love what I do and I've been told I'm not bad at my job. I'm my own worst critic, which I think is not a bad way to be, as you always strive to accomplish more, do better and push yourself harder. In this time I have performed in over 400 scenes, traveled abroad to Spain, Portugal, Budapest, Italy, Germany and Prague and work with allot of very well know Directors and Production Companies in the world of porn. Some of the bigger Productions I have appeared in are; Romanian Angels, Angel Perverse 9, for Christophe Clarke Evil Angel, Kinky Bitch a Tanya Hyde Film, Under Harmony Productions; The Party under Harmony Productions also, Fango and Gash by Viv Thomas (which was by far the funniest experiences I’ve had shooting porn. It was shot in Portugal over a 9 day period and was a spoof, very roughly based around the film Dumb and Dumber featuring myself and a good mate of mine James. I haven’t seen it yet but I know it will be hilarious, well to me and Jay anyway. There are more coming out, allot of which I have no clue what names they will be under because, they either they had no name at the time of shooting or I didn’t ask. Anyway that’s about all, there’s a bit more to me but……………I’ll tell you later

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