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, 19 September 2011

The Dragon...

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Donkeys on the Beach at Whitby

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And a Land-Rover ice-cream van!
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Transatlantic, 3:00 a.m.

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Transatlantic, 3:00 AM Not awakened by fear or the infant’s hunger, the tables and systems, the compounding debt, the spasm in the leg ...
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Flying Pickets

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Ikea, Australia, I Love You.

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I wonder how many of us men are Ikea phobic? Now, I appreciate a lot of what Ikea does, yes, I confess, I could live in a totally Ikea-equi...
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Friday, 16 September 2011

Just a Minute!

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I was just passing by, and.... I'm sure I saw the dismembered head of a Cyberman. Oooh, Scary!
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Iron Chikkin!

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Thursday, 8 September 2011

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