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, 31 December 2009
Greetings from the Future!
Well, the new year's been herefor a couple of hours now, but I know some of you are still in 2009.
Tony! Voice from the Pennine wilderness!... You fellers are trapped by the winter until the canals thaw, I understand. I ventured as far as Slaithwaite the other day, but couldn't understand the language. Still, the chip-shop man accepted a few gaudy trinkets with pictures of the queen on one side. Up and down the valley I could hear the merry slam of hammers into effigies of looms. they're not sure where the tradition started, or why, but you can buy some great taiwanese polyester suits in Huddersfield. I managed to get back out of the conurbitation intact, and up to Blackley Top, where I mused on various things before fleeing downhill towards Leeds. I'm trying to get funding for an expedition to Rochdale soon, if I can recruit native bearers. Happy New Year for 1968, old bean.... There's a new american band, called the Doors. I predict they'll be pretty big. Can't wait for that Sci-fi film Kubricks making to come out, 2001, it's called, sounds groovy. My main recommendation for the year is that you get out to the bookies and put as much as you can scrape together on Red Alligator to win the Grand National. You won't regret it. Oh, and in July, in America, there'll be a new company starting up. Buy a few shares. Its called Intel. Cheers from the future!
Greetings from the past. Going to bed now since you are up and about and taking care of the world.
ReplyDeleteHAPPY NEW YEAR to you...Over here we start the New Year by scratching, farting, & watching football all day in our underwear.
ReplyDeleteJeeze! Some Of Us Are Still in "1967"! Happy New Year! [whatever it might be,,,,,,,,,,,:)]
ReplyDeleteTony! Voice from the Pennine wilderness!... You fellers are trapped by the winter until the canals thaw, I understand. I ventured as far as Slaithwaite the other day, but couldn't understand the language. Still, the chip-shop man accepted a few gaudy trinkets with pictures of the queen on one side. Up and down the valley I could hear the merry slam of hammers into effigies of looms. they're not sure where the tradition started, or why, but you can buy some great taiwanese polyester suits in Huddersfield.
ReplyDeleteI managed to get back out of the conurbitation intact, and up to Blackley Top, where I mused on various things before fleeing downhill towards Leeds.
I'm trying to get funding for an expedition to Rochdale soon, if I can recruit native bearers.
Happy New Year for 1968, old bean.... There's a new american band, called the Doors. I predict they'll be pretty big. Can't wait for that Sci-fi film Kubricks making to come out, 2001, it's called, sounds groovy.
My main recommendation for the year is that you get out to the bookies and put as much as you can scrape together on Red Alligator to win the Grand National. You won't regret it.
Oh, and in July, in America, there'll be a new company starting up. Buy a few shares. Its called Intel.
Cheers from the future!
Happy new decade! So far it sucks - I want to back to 1989 ...
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