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.

Monday, 23 April 2007

"On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble..."

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A.E Housman, 1859-1936 On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies the saplings dou...
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The Night Mail. By W H Auden.

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This is the Night Mail crossing the border, Bringing the cheque and the postal order, Letters for the rich, letters for the poor, The shop a...
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The Truth About Northern Lights by Christine Hume

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I'm not right. I'm interfered with and bent as light. I tried to use the spots, for months I tried with rings. Only now I'm t...
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Sunday, 22 April 2007

Circus Capers

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Bitzer the Dog, 'Fetching'

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Saturday, 21 April 2007

Shaun and moles....

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Tuesday, 17 April 2007

Humps, and Lady Lumps...

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To fully appreciate this parody by Alanis Morrisette, you would have to be familiar with the Black Eyed Peas' "My Humps". Now...
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Monday, 16 April 2007

It All Started Next Week........

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(Probably makes more sense if you read this first!(link)) It all started next week. I was feeling guilty that Red Dirt Girl's internet b...
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