I N J I N’s Story (Pt. 4)

There was this horse, Ballydor, whom every time he had to go in his own paddock each evening, he would play up – rock his head up and down, leaving his tongue out and sweating. The vet was sent for, but he could find nothing wrong. The vet said it could be...

I N J I N’s Story (Pt. 3)

The conversation went well and I waved farewell. It was my father that actually talked me out of the whole affair. But the Dwarf’s name’ I later found out, was Kenny Baker, whom unknown to him or me at the time, was to become R2-D2, the Star Wars Droid,...

I N J I N’s Story (Pt. 2)

… where Professor Tanner and his team were working from. My mother beamed from one ear to the other. I was ‘one’ of the 7 children in the UK to be chosen. Though hard work came afterwards, psychologically and mentally, I had to go into hospital for 6...

I N J I N’s Story (Pt. 1)

When we were kids, our brains were like sponges, soaking up anything and everything of life, especially things that appealed to us. Our first teddy Bear, toy, or train set, mine… was a tin Drum. We remember certain awards given to us collectively or verbally for...