Category: Travel

  • Disposable Past

    It’s Monday morning and the last one to be spent in my beautiful attic flat. Its pretty much packed up, box’s being strooned where belongings once sat. It feels more positive than negative. We leave this coming Sunday after five years. No more rent to pay, no more bills and a break from feeding the British Government…

  • Breathe

    Crept up as the breath streams in. Shallow breath to keep up appearances. Quick shift. A face that shows a tight inhalation.  A face that looks like a medium-sized chipmunk? Is morbid the new medium? Breath out. Breath in; Red, green or beige. The pack will have merits. Rich living will evaporate and skin will be back…

  • Old India Pages: The Birth of Pinky

  • Lymphatic Filariasis – Blogging About My Balls!

    During my packathon yesterday i came across an old diary from 2006. Words written in England following time in India…. ” I am having difficulty writing due to the plastic  bands around my wrist, however i am desperate to get something down on paper and start a new book. Another story for my growing collection. Guess…

  • Two Months to Go….

    The weekends previous to this one have been very social affairs. A wedding in Whitby, my degree students end of year exhibition and bbq’s with friends in our courtyard. This weekend i find myself quiet and rested, packing up the drawers of the sideboard and deconstructing our hilariously gay collection of books and putting them into cardboard. The more empty the flat becomes the…

  • Friday 24th June 2011

    Another hectic day at work. Todays hours were filled with speaking to a school full of teenagers about enrichment programmes available to them when they hit sixth form. Not something i wanted to partake in, but felt obliged due to my current situation being a slave to a corporation in good old England; in a town…