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, 18 June 2008

Wild Flowers in the field at Work. (today)

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These last ones are the symbol of Yorkshire. In the 15th century, the retinue of the Duke of York wore the white rose as a badge on goin...
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"Motorbikes are Dangerous"

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Especially when they're hanging above your head....
Monday, 16 June 2008

Some Random Pictures of Scotland

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Because I've had a very tiring and annoying day at work, I'm looking at my pics file from a holiday , north and west coast of Scotla...
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