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, 3 May 2010

I Was Mixing...

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...A whole stack of doll's-house sized glaze batches today. Now the last time I tried mixing one of these 1Kg, 2.2lb bags of glaze po...
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Sunday, 2 May 2010

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Lawn Mowing Time...

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I love this and want it so much it hurts. I want the leaf-blower option too, and a snowplough blade and the helicopter blades and and and....
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Saturday, 1 May 2010

Padstow May Song

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'Tis May day, and all around Britain folk were a-dancing around the maypole or otherwise doing strange pagan things to greet the sun, to...
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Monday, 26 April 2010

Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow, everybody needs a bosom....

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I could post the lyrics, but hey, why make it too easy for you. The record: Brimful of Asha, by Cornershop, 1997. Oh. Alright then. ...
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Friday, 23 April 2010

Pocahontas

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I recall the story of Pocahontas, from when I was a child, how she saved the englishman, Captain John Smith from having his brains bashed o...
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Unknown Legend...

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Tuesday, 20 April 2010

A Poem

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Jump Cabling When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings underneath, When we were bound together ...
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