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, 19 February 2013

Observed Today... A Parking Hoo-Ha.

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Saturday, 16 February 2013

The Beautiful South Weren't from the South

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"Don't Marry Her, **** Me?"
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Friday, 15 February 2013

Percussion, this time.

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I was planning a post on horses in lasagne, but tripped over this on the interwebnets, while wandering unfocusedly. "And afterwards...
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Sunday, 10 February 2013

Sahara

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In the news recently, Mali, one of the countries of the Sahara. Islamic fanatics held Timbuktu, and burned ancient manuscripts. The Touareg...
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Saturday, 9 February 2013

Building the Desert.

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Damn. Another childhood myth exploded, I always believed in giant cactuses, but now the truth has been revealed.
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Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Oops!

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I Have No Idea Whatsoever of How to Caption This.

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Self-Scrolling Snow-Blanket

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