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, 8 September 2013

Evidence of Bigfoot

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Big feet in St Pancras' Station A giant shoe, made of stainless-steel saucepans. I have no idea whatsoever what the subtext or...
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Perfessor Soobricket's Evil Mad Scientist Laboratory.

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Alas, it's not really the Perfesser's not-so-secret hideout. But if my alter-ego, Perfessor Soupbucket was real, he'd need ...
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Saturday, 7 September 2013

Green.

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Saturday, 31 August 2013

Update Update Update!

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The light at the end of  the tunnel shines ever brighter. I had my U.S. K1 Visa medical in London on the 16th of August, and now, two w...
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On a Visit to the Wallace Collection

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The Wallace Collection is to be found in Hertford House , Manchester Square, London. I found it by chance, having been for my medical ex...
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