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.
Thursday, 15 May 2008
I Give Up, Can't settle on a title for this one
Maybe something like:-The German army's motorised office staff on manoevres.
Or:- Careful, Fritz, you almost smiled for a moment..
Or:- The prototype Field Glockenspiel...
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