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.

Sunday, 29 January 2012

But dreaming is for moonrise And moonlight ails his tired eyes

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I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on it I thought we'd escape I packed a fishing line and counted on ...
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Shakespear's Sister

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It starts a bit slow... hang in there.  Splendidly gothic.
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The Book of the Blog!

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You read the blog, Now get the book! Oh yes. I is an author. Or maybe not. The purpose of this post is not to sell the non-existent boo...
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Aurora Borealis, The Icy Sky at Night,

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I should point out, for the benefit of those, the majority of my readers, I'd guess, who have not yet had the good fortune to see the au...
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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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