Tag: diary

  • Hello, Where Are You Going? I Love You. December in Cambodia and Laos

  • Broken Day

    Little rhythmical bells and chimes twinkling in my ears. Tears hide in the back of my eyes, chugging down the track from Bangkok. Fields of cotton swaying in the breeze from side to side; or is that just me? palms stretching through the bright blue sky – sunbound. Green so vividly green it’s almost yellow.…

  • My Nostrils Are Alive, With The Smell of Mumbai

    It’s totaly lashing down like nothing else i have ever experienced in Mumbai. The arrival came at 4:00 AM on Thursday morning. We were picked up by a turban clad Sikh who drove us to our pre-booked, over priced shit hole overlooking the Arabian Sea. The taxi ride through a wet dark city was rather…

  • The Day My Head Exploded – Part III / Are Eyes Organs?

    Thank god the browser has opened! My head is about to explode, in words instead of a Polaroid image. Stress of the final few days makes me a little edgy as i don’t take well to being told what to do, especially after a heady afternoon in the pub and a little too much to drink. Time continues running away and the…

  • The Last Time I Was There – Images of South India

  • Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Tick Tok, Break it Down!

    With fourteen days until we hit Mumbai i can already feel the city throwing itself at my face. A visual, cultural, sensory assault, but for now still surrounded by green. Today the sky has returned from wherever it’s been. Already we have put some things in place to create some focus when traveling. An art work placement…

  • Face Bleach Anyone?

  • 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…

  • 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…