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, 6 November 2010

Topical Post (a couple of days late)

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Pictures of Guy Fawkes in Knaresborough, Yorkshire. As part of Knaresborough's "FEVA" arts festival, somebody had the brigh...
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Tuesday, 2 November 2010

Dark Room

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The Who?

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Ol' 55

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Thursday, 28 October 2010

A Lot to Think About.

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And a fascinating animation. Watch it, as an antidote to all that crap on TV. via
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Tuesday, 26 October 2010

24 Hours Later

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Well, I'm still here. I tore my bed-sheet. I was dreaming that the bad guys had wrapped me in canvas, and set fire to the warehouse, a...
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Monday, 25 October 2010

Pathetic Moaning Continues

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I ache all over, and I'm shivering. Struggling to  stay awake. No interest in eating anything today. 9 in the evening and I'm going ...
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Wednesday, 20 October 2010

A thing that makes no sense.

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I was in the supermarket, hungry, which is a bad thing to be when pushing a trolley, because all sorts of things you'd never normally bu...
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