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.

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

None Shall Pass!

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The revolution has started. On sunday, I was confronted by the Che Guevara of sheep, was turned back at the border, by a fleecy militia. ...
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Yesterday's Infinitely Replicated Fractal Dinner

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 It always seems a sin to actually eat something so beautiful. But mmmm, lightly steamed, with a cheese sauce? Oh yes. Nice in salads too...

Charity.

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I've been pestered on three evenings this week by different charity door-knockers, all with proper i.d., sweatshirts and coats printed w...
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According to Adullamite....

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I'm a 'versatile blogger' . He's lumbered me with the award, (along with a veritable pantheon of other bloggists). I'...
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Saturday, 25 February 2012

Fishbicycle Update

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Thursday, 23 February 2012

Rosy Hues in the Evening Sky

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A few minutes ago, I looked out of the window. It's dusk. Night is on its way, and I see this colourful rosy cloud.  What, you may w...
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Sunday, 19 February 2012

Might not go to an Australian Technical College After All

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Wednesday, 15 February 2012

A Guitar is a Thief in the Night.

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A guitar is a thief in the night That robs you of sleep through the wall  A guitar is a thin box of light Throwing reflections that ris...
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