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, 29 April 2009
Following from a comment made under my Found in the Hedge post, here's some tractor porn on open display in the little North Yorkshire town of Helmsley. A polite enough place in most seasons, but under that civilised surface surges swollen throbbing diesel lust, if this newsagent's window is to be believed.
More porn below:-
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