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.

Thursday, 26 January 2012

The Great Anti-Pode Conspiracy

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I'll bet you all think I'm too lazy to write a proper blogpost? Well, you're wrong, so wrong wrong wrong. Truth is I write doze...
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Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Aurora Borealis

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This week, in my neck of the woods, northern england. This photograph was taken at Dunstanburgh, Northumberland, others can be seen here...
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Monday, 23 January 2012

Love at First Sight.

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 Or was that "sigh"?  Hastily she wrote her home address on a scrap of paper.
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Friday, 20 January 2012

Latest Spec!

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My Old Tutor Was Always Banging On About "Structure in Literature"

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The Allman Brothers Band, jamming at the Fillmore East

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The Allman Brothers Band, jamming at the Fillmore East, New York, March 1971, played this. The resulting live recorded album was released i...
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Thursday, 19 January 2012

Avaunt, Foul Kindle!

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Wuff!

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