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, 30 August 2010

Throw it Back, Quick, We're Already Over Quota!

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  Having posted this, yesterday, I'm looking at the picture and thinking a little more what a disturbing image it is. I've always l...

Serious News

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  In Ilkley this probably classes as excitement. There's probably an awning in Brook St. with stripes that are a quarter inch too wide....
Wednesday, 25 August 2010

Ideas Before Their Time

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And then, it seems a repost of one from wayback might be in order...
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Saturday, 21 August 2010

The First Car in Shipley.

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What can I say? Mr Brooks was obviously the coolest guy around. Loopy as a loopy thing, but cool with it. One very small horsepower. No s...
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Friday, 20 August 2010

Forgetfulness

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The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel whic...
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Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Pestilential Pigeon

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Sunday, 15 August 2010

Where Have I Been Recently?

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Well, it's a long story. This lady's been taking up a lot of my time. Just a short while after this picture was taken, she got marr...
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Saturday, 14 August 2010

Comment Spam.

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I've been getting some odd comments, on older posts, they're like comment-spam, but seem not to contain links of any sort. The poste...
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