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, 14 August 2012

A Bookshop, and Stationary Store

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On Sunday, I thought I'd go for a drive, my sister was visiting and I suggested heading vaguely northward.At the outset, I was thinking...
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Monday, 13 August 2012

On Books.

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 To Posterity When books have all seized up like the books in graveyards And reading and even speaking have been replaced By other, le...
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Thursday, 9 August 2012

Getting High Whilst at Work

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  It was a beautiful summer morning, and I felt like getting high. There are many ways, and none of mine involve burning weeds. I'm m...
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Hayters Gonna Hayte.

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Saturday, 4 August 2012

A Quiet Street

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I live in a quiet street.  Actually, I live in a fairly crazy street, with shouting, loud music, car chases, sirens, and occasionally, gu...
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Friday, 3 August 2012

I Slept Like a Log,

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I slept like a log that had been fresh-felled on a rock mountainside, cut through at the foot, falling and crashing through other branches, ...
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Saturday, 28 July 2012

And Now for Something Completely Different!

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The first two videos play out continuing aspects of the same story, the third, I just put in because I like it and I think it's fun. Alt...
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Olympian

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Why are some things olympic sports and others not? How about cabinetmaking... See, he's got a lovely dovetail joint there, but the North...
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