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.
Friday, 15 February 2013
Percussion, this time.
I was planning a post on horses in lasagne, but tripped over this on the interwebnets, while wandering unfocusedly.
"And afterwards, Ladies, we'll go for a slap-up meal."
He's read "Fifty Shades of Grey" far too often!
ReplyDeleteWell, I'd think they'd be getting pinker, not so grey at all...
DeleteI tried that, and got six months......
ReplyDeleteYour technique must have let you down....
ReplyDeleteUnless it was a six-months engagement at the Moulin-Rouge?
"Captain! The bongos are out of tune!"
ReplyDeleteAh, but what a job it would be, tuning the bongos.
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