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, 10 August 2013

Another Little Texas Town

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This time it's the sleepy little town of Chappell Hill . It's an old town, in Texas terms. The Red Dirt Girl and I were cruising hom...
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Friday, 9 August 2013

Hats, a Commodity Vital to Texas

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Because I'm planning to go out for a beer with my pal, Ken, I'm a bit stuck for time, I'm working on a few long posts, full of ...
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Friday, 2 August 2013

'Sugarfoot', and Bandera, Texas.

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Back in the day.... When I was a little kid, we didn't want to be spiderman, or ironman or... No, our heroes were cowboys. I was bor...
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Sunday, 28 July 2013

More City Centre Walking

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Leeds, Yorkshire, England. I'm in the Trinity Centre again, on the top deck. There's a bar called The Alchemist. I'm drawn in by...
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