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, 21 May 2007

BadgerBadgerBadger.....

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I'm going Bananas!

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Bananaman! A picture sent in by our roving reporter, Banananagirl. And then... The Bananaphone!
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Sunday, 20 May 2007

Can anybody guess what these are?

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Clue: About 9" long. and ribbed.
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Fantasy Shoe Day again

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I think that giant woman who left the big red pointy shoe has been around again. We men are feeling a little insecure....
Saturday, 19 May 2007

Fantasy Shoe Day......Revisited.

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For a friend who's in need of a laugh. In fact, for anyone who's being screwed about by the their once significant other. In These S...
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Friday, 18 May 2007

Fantasy Shoe Day.

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Tuesday, 15 May 2007

Trees -Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918

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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; ...
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Song of the Open Road -Ogden Nash 1902-1971

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I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree Indeed, unless the billboards fall I'll never see a tree at all. Ogden Nash
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