I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Wednesday, 23 April 2008
A very aged uncle once gave me a tinful of old cigarette cards, from maybe the nineteen twenties. I've still got them- somewhere. One of them had a picture of The Dynosphere. Picture my glee: by chance, here it is on the internet!