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, 17 May 2008

Tactical Bikes?

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Thursday, 15 May 2008

"He Knew the Rust Would Play Hell With his Knee Joints.... But Damn!- It Was Worth It!"

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I Give Up, Can't settle on a title for this one

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Maybe something like:-The German army's motorised office staff on manoevres. Or:- Careful, Fritz, you almost smiled for a moment.. Or:- ...

Time For Another Career Change

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A Bad Case of Doing it Wrong

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Wednesday, 14 May 2008

Watch out, Homeland Security....

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Henry Koerner. Office of War Information poster, no. 63. 1943. 28 x 20. Neighbours a bit chubby? Report them, they may be hoarding fats for...
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The Avenging Narwhal.

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"With four magical tusks, and three adorable animals to impale." Seal, check, Penguin, check, Koala..... Koala?

Secma All Terrain

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Okay. I want to play. SECMA
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