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, 27 July 2013

The Drums of the Fore and Aft

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 A story by Rudyard Kipling. The story itself is fiction, but it is probably based on an amalgamation of two real events, during the second...
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A Progression

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Friday, 26 July 2013

Association Football, Old Meets New.

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I'm posting this for Adullamite, who is having to listen to football on the wireless . Now the wireless was a great invention, and Mr ...
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Thursday, 25 July 2013

Steam in the Archives

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Garden Pictures from an Old Industrial Space.

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The Mended Planter   A rocky oasis. T The butterflies... There were about ten, but they were shy, every time I approached,...
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Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Watch, listen, and Think.

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I saw this on several sites yesterday. And I was thinking about it today. I was thinking of how horrible things are happening every day in o...
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