These are photos from one of many impromptu nights out with Tink. This was the Casbah and a night of all boys, except me. I’m sure Tink must have ordered me “A bucket of wine!” As I decided that I needed to get up on the bar to take better photos. Tink gave me a hand and promised to catch me. So… these are the result. I didn’t get thrown out… I was with Tink! I’m hanging onto the ceiling. This is how I remember Tink. He was always there to catch me. A true gentleman. If ever I was a bag lady from work, he would insist on carrying my bags. If I left a bar, restaurant or club earlier, he would take me to a taxi and as the door shut, tell me to text him when I was home, even though he was going back in. He was always fun. I’ll miss him so much… The chasing poking game, the leaning on me to rub our shoulders together and keep warm on winter nights. The smell of Patchouli in the corridor and thinking… Ah…Tink’s around. I’ll miss the hugs and funny noises and the always genuine, lovely person that we all know as Tink!
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 19:45:40 +0000
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