Thursday June 30th 2016Tim
gets attached to a machine. Certainly it's an often
rocky relationship, cruel words exchanged, accusations
about lack of oil, poorly sharpened blades, we all make
excuses and it can go on a bit to that point where an
exhortation to the Great Oneness is made. The thing
about geometry, it doesn't actual listen and that's
particularly the case when a steering shaft breaks.
It was The
Artist who noticed it first, I thought it no more than a
moment of creative angst, but no! Parish's steering had
surrendered. It wasn't that he didn't want to turn, it was
just because he couldn't turn. He and I have had a long
innings, and it's always possible that he can be fixed, it
would mean several new parts. Worth a try, he's well over
twenty years old, and I'm loath to say goodbye.