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.

Saturday, 27 February 2010

A Football Match Pits 1933 players against 1991's

"1933 Arsenal plays the 1991 team of Liverpool, who are playing for the first time in black and white".

Cupid and Psyche

Cupid and Psyche, by J.L. David

"I hope", says Psyche's mom "that you were... careful.. whilst I was away?"

"Oh mom, Cupid and me are just friends, stop fussing!"

Friday, 26 February 2010

Young Sir Arbuthnot took Nanny's stories very seriously, and, as a consequence, never went out unprepared for the possibility of a zombie ambush.

A Note to All Angels

It has come to my notice that the ongoing saturday-nights out on the town are bringing Angeldom into disrepute. Angels are reminded that wings and halos are NOT to be worn when off duty.

Angels arrested by police are reminded that the Almighty has expressed an intention to institute immediate transfers to duty in "the other place"

Archangel Gabriel