• Back on Birch Drive

    Looking out over the fields from my parents window i see many things. Green and yellow. Blue and white. Grass, crops, sky and clouds; but the main thing i see is the past. The same summer view there always was, but the eyes absorbing the landscape are older and more jaded than they were; but the retinas more…

  • Appendix A

  • Exclusive!The Death of Pinky Binks

    Why do i have this overwhelming feeling that i am going to die soon. A rational fear? A feeling that is all-encompassing. Like looking forward to something which shouldnt be thought about but is. The only real true  fact from ones life. Why do i have this feeling, this knowledge, this belief. Why am  i waiting to die? Last night…

  • In and Out of Muscat – 2010

  • 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

  • Google the Meaning of Life?

    I seem to have drunk this week away. Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Today water. The academic year has come to an end and my role has expired. My students will be graduating as i type. Possibly my one chance to ponce around in academic robes representing the programme i have delivered, but with this hangover? I acknowledge the student…

  • Baaaaaaaa

    April 2004 Caravans are synonymous with motorways. The sun i think is trying to break through the cloud, as we,  John, Miss Nolen and myself drive through North Yorkshire.Them being directly in front followed by many miles of correctly measured tarmac leading to Liverpool, city of culture 2004. My first visit. Little lambs in fields. Fog, lambs…

  • 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…

  • Question

    In some moments i can be so exited, but others really petrified. Some feel as if i am making a massive mistake, but others feel like a wonderful opportunity provided by a series of thoughts based on my past experiences. Memories? Some days i think i will struggle to return to that place of co-existing with the sun and…

  • 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…