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, 7 August 2010

We'll Just Have to go a Little Faster,or We'll Never Get the Jump Right.

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I Was Disconnected.

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I lost my internet connection. I tried all the usual stuff, you know, disconnect the cable modem, allow it to reboot, ditto the wireless ro...

Although You Would Not Know This,

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I write every day. I write blog posts every day. I write letters every day. Some days I write poems. Yesterday I wrote four blog posts. Y...
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Sunday, 25 July 2010

You Know How...?

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You know how you're driving along and you notice, on the mileometer that it's about to hit a load of noughts? Well, a while ago, ac...
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Tuesday, 20 July 2010

Reminiscence Of the 1980s

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Like Sartre and his piece of cake, a few chords can throw open the memory banks. "The Voice of the Beehive" did it to me this af...
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Tuesday, 13 July 2010

Stupid Journalist Quote of the Week.

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"In one potentially serious incident, an attempt was made in Lurgan, Co Armagh, to hijack and burn the Enterprise train which runs bet...
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Saturday, 10 July 2010

A Found Fragment

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I was footling around looking for something else and found this recorded talk, by an airman who'd learned to fly before the first-world ...
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Friday, 9 July 2010

Haircut

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