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, 22 April 2012

Mounted Police on Sleepy Horses, Stopping Mad Dogs and Englishmen

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  The Woodlands, Texas, is not misnamed at all. It's a largely invisible city,you can drive from end to end of it pretty much unaw...
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Bath Room Tissue

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This stuff is deeply flawed. When I tore off a few sheets to wash with, in the bath, the moment they got wet, they collapsed into pulp. ...
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Saturday, 21 April 2012

Blow, Whistle, Steel Rails, Keep on Humming! (Kyle, Texas).

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Our British trains are not so big as Texas ones.  On our travels, the nights were punctuated by those evocative whistle sounds, and the dist...
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Thursday, 19 April 2012

It's Been a While Since I left to Seek My Fortune as a Floozy-Wrangler...

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    And it's been eventful. I had  planned to post frequently, but hey, I've never been very self-disciplined. Besides, a...
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Sunday, 1 April 2012

Do NOT Push the Red Button.

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Monday, 26 March 2012

And So to Bed

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Not me. I'm getting out of my bed and travelling 5000 miles tomorrow. Poster via
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52 Vincent Black Lightning Richard Thompson , from Rumour and Sigh . Oh says Red Molly to James "That's a fine motorb...
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An Announcement

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  Last year, in July/august, I went to Texas, and saw this house. It just needs a lick of paint.... Tomorrow morning I shall leave th...
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