Tag: Pinkybinks

  • I Love My India

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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

  • 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…