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.

Sunday, 26 July 2009

Further Travels With a Red-Dirt Mule.

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"Giddap!" , he yelled, as the alarum clock shrilled, "Giddap, Mule", "Oh-ohhhhhhhhhhh!" the mule moaned, piteo...
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Saturday, 18 July 2009

Travels With a Mule

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Soubriquet and the Red Dirt Mule are on the road together, which explains the paucity of blog posts in the recent past. We will be posting a...
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Wednesday, 24 June 2009

Beatle Bones 'n Smoking Stones.

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From "Strictly Personal", 1968. Beatle bones and smokin' Stones The dry sand falls The strawberr...
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