'Premature moose string?' I hear you shout, no,no,no, I'm just practising my social chopsticks...
Hi my name's Binky Joe; I'm a cat; I love fine cheese, ancient wine and good greek literature, I like to cross-dress and attend anual christmas days. You can often find me playing 'catch the pig, catch the pig', serving cork to the local fisherman, catching pepper on a drug fueled journey through space and time on the back of a sexualy explicit shaped can of Hofman's baked beef and vegetable soup, or just simply chilin with a bottle of zed, a stick of old mickey, and spinning some good old fashioned Romanian folk jazz discs on the talky box...
Binky Joe is the primary character from the best selling novel 'A Cat in Time'. Written by author, teacher and spiritual master Ben Pook. Pook tells it like its is and how it's never been told before. The book touches on subjects such as, why king Arthur was autistic, Napoleon's desire for men and why Waterloo was a sham, why Jesus was a narcissistic alektorophobiac, how Ghandi got addicted to crack and Hitler's unspoken desire to be buddhist. This witty and philisophicaly illustrated book is about a groundbreaking discovery that was made in 1859. It deals with a psychological law of man's nature that was not understood until now. The mark of the true master is that he can express a profoundly complex subject with astonishing simplicity, and clarity.
'Binky Joe is the greatest work of fiction since the bible.' - F.A.C.T
'One thing is for sure, you will never think the same way again.' - Mike Jones.
Binky Joe was the youngest sibling of nine born to a poor family of Farian palace cats. At the age of 16 Binky Joe had got sick of the court petting duties, and decided to leave the palace and go seek his fortune. He joined a traveling wax circus and thought he'd found his calling, but soon sadly discoved he had a fatal alergy to monkey sweat and had to leave. In dispair he traveled the lands, from the far mountains of Gragg and the great northern forest, down to the swamp lands and the shadow in Sidel-Farall, to the kinky-dwarven mines in Hubba and back up to the great forest, seeking adventure, fortune and promiscuous sex; and it was on this great journey that he met the old Shaman; Tim Anderson. Tim and Binky Joe became great friends, Tim became his mentor and intime his lover. Tim not only taught Binky Joe the ancient skill of greased salami restoration but the secret of time travel through not only time and space but fictional realms aswell. Tim was later put in a home for claiming he'd taught timetravel to his lover a talking cat...
'As he puffed his last toke on the 40th cigarette of the day he thought to himself, 'maybe Garth was right, maybe I should of stayed in the old monestry with Michael and the druid'. He slowly bent down. His hands touching the floor, his head tilted to one side, he peared under the bed.
'I've never told you... but you sound a little like Dr. Deuls when you're drunk.'
