No so long ago, I was reading the final proof of my survival memoir,
Stroke, before my publisher Sandstone Press sent it off to the printer. If you can’t wait till January for the – I’m reliably informed – hard copy artefact, you can get a brilliant deal and receive the e-book before Christmas beautiful here. Just tell ’em Stroke Bloke sent you, and leave a complimentary review. 😉
C’mon, folks. You’re making my book blush!
It’s interesting to reflect on the events of six years ago, now that our lives are in some sort of equilibrium again. Notwithstanding Stroke Bloke Jr’s efforts! And the fact that the big push for
Stroke: The Book is in the offing.
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Continue reading Be Yr Own Brain Experiment II
Happy RLS Day! Robert Louis Stevenson is 168 today.
Don’t worry, Bob. You don’t look a day over 43.
He really doesn’t though, does he? Look at the light in those wee eyes! To look at him, you wouldn’t believe that he would be dead by the end of the next year.
[ For more personal and whimsical reflections, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Treasure Islands
For some reason, I was thinking the other day that I’ve “only” ever been to France once.
“Hey, look! They’ve got the same editorial team as BBC News!“
And I was thinking, maybe I should try to fix that while I still can.
[ My whimsy’s just about been extinguished, tbh. Find the last of it in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Tour de France
I can’t say that I’m any less furious about the state of the world this week
than I was last week.
CHEER UP YOU MISERABLE SOD!!!
No. Shan’t. I don’t care what you say, Royal Baby Announcement Town Crier Guy.
I’ll thcream and thcream ’till I’m thick.
[ Maybe a good tune is what we need – check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Specimen Daze
last week’s post I had a little laugh at the expense of Sir Bradley Marc Wiggins, Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire.
“Dude! We’re in charge of naming British titles!”
Then I learned some new stuff. It’s good to learn new stuff. So, why not read on?
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Continue reading Life Is Life
Yesterday, Mrs Stroke Bloke sent me a link to what, at first, looked like an article in
I mean, seriously, right? Clumsily cut and paste Joe Biden’s head onto that, sit back, and watch the advertising dollars roll in.
Find out about the latest developments in memory science below,
and check out the Apoplexy Newsletter here.] Continue reading These Things
You’re never too old to learn. And I’m worried that I may have to cast aside one of the touchstones by which I live my live.
Not that I’ve got anything against dragons, you understand. Just everything they stand for.
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I’ve been thinking a lot about Muriel Spark this week. More specifically,
a Miss Jean Brodie in her prime.
I think that you’ll find I’m *currently* in my prime, Mr Stroke Bloke. Five points from Ravenclaw!
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When you’re a
new parent, you find yourself thinking about sleep a lot.
“I’ve had it with these MFing tigers on this MFing plain!”
As well as banging on about being a new parent all the time. But, yes. Sleep.
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Continue reading Clonidine For The Masses