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, 25 August 2013

A Pub for Lunch and Literary Musings.

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After my important business in London was concluded, I set out to wander, with no particular goal in mind, though mostly avoiding major tho...
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Friday, 23 August 2013

Plaques on Walls

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Everywhere you go in London, there are plaques on walls, reminding you of the many people of historical significance who have lived and wor...
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Thursday, 22 August 2013

I Was... Oh, Well Yes, I Was Meaning to Post a Follow-Up,

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To my adventures in Londinium.  I live a couple of hundred miles north of London, and visit it hardly ever. Jump on a train, it's t...
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Tuesday, 20 August 2013

Dark Side, Aardman trailer for BBC Radio 2.

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Thursday, 15 August 2013

Soubriquet is in London

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...For a very important reason. Need to be up  early and out of the hotel, got an appointment at 9 for my U.S. K1 FiancĂ© Visa Medical Examin...
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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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