Grit in the Gears

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, 9 June 2010

The Cosmic Crayon Company

I keep an assortment of nuts and bolts in these boxes. I'm assuming they're about a hundred years old.

Ha! I just discovered the Cosmic Crayon Company was founded in 1903, and bought out by Crayola in 1958.

Mmf.

Oddities of Tring.

I was in Tring, a small town in Hertfordshire, a few weeks ago. The natives of Tring must be sorely challenged in finding entertainment, because, close to our hotel, we found this. A pound of butter, hurled at a wall, on a saturday in may.

On Sunday, it was mysteriously translocated. Reflung.

Perhaps there's an explanation. And perhaps not.