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, 10 March 2013

Some Images from My Working Week.

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There's no real need for  an accompanying text, I was just going through my pics, taken as part of my working life, I use the phone-cam ...
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A Farewell

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In what feels like a spectacular act of betrayal, I sold my wheel on Ebay. Just pause for a while, as I sob uncontrollably. That wheel has ...
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Saturday, 9 March 2013

On Possessions, Stuff, Things.

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I just moved house. Well, to be exact, I moved back into my place after two years of house-sitting my mother's much nicer little hous...
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Saturday, 23 February 2013

Tatting of the Toos

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The Red Dirt Girl sometimes tells me she'd like a tattoo, but she's not quite sure what, or where. Might I suggest.....? 
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Wednesday, 20 February 2013

On Spaaich.

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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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