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.

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Leavin' on a Jet Plane...

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The Red Dirt Mule, guest blogger of the previous post, is leaving on a jet plane. Now she's discovered my secret stash of piggy banks, a...
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De-Mule is Be-Dazed and Be-Dazzled and Be-mudded

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A guest post by Guestblogger Red Dirt Mule, The first day trip of my mulish journeys was to the fair (fairly insipid) (Gritinthegears note:T...
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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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