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.

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Ladybug Adventures

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I posted this in 2006, but having been looking in the archives, I thought it worth dusting off and reposting, because it still makes me smi...
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Grafitti, Mural, Wall Art?

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Seen today, as I was wending my way across town. The building it's on used to be a pub, but is now split into apartments, mostly, I ...
Friday, 18 May 2012

In Which I Hit the Blog Millennium.

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Composing a post, as I just was, I chanced to glimpse, on the blogger dashboard page, the post-count. Can't say I ever noticed it before...
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Sleep Never Rusts

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    (I stole these pics, they aren't mine)
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Desperate Times Called for Desperate Measures,

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Only by throwing off their heavy winter garments could the girls hope to keep up the speed they would need to beat the train to its destin...
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The Return of Albert

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The Return of Albert You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and ...
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Thursday, 17 May 2012

More of my Travel Pics. Old Town, Spring, Texas.

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We visited Spring, Texas , by chance on a day when the streets were closed to cars and full of visitors, it was "Springfest!" The...
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On Lions, and Monologues

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Over at Through the Garden Gate , Red Dirt Girl has posted a poem called  "Why Nobody Pets the Lions at the Zoo". Which of course...
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