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.

Friday, 3 September 2010

On What Men Do at Literary Events.

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I posted this on what seems to be a redundant blog, a while ago. " The Sisterhood of the Pointy Heel (incorporating also the Knights ...
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Wednesday, 1 September 2010

Redressing the Balance

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In my previous post, we saw a terrified looking sea-maiden being hauled in by hungry-looking sailors. This picture shows a rather differen...
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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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