Last week’s post was kinda prescient, wasn’t it?
It turns out Moz really is a bit of a monster.
“It takes guts to be gentle and kind”
I should have known he’d have something unhelpful to say on the subject.
Devious, truculent, and unreliable, right enough.
We don’t need to talk about Moz. Let’s career off in a different direction…] Continue reading Kicking Boys
Here is the news…
“Everything is fine. Return to your homes.”
Is this more FAKE NEWS?!?! Read on to find out where Stroke Bloke’s going with this…] Continue reading Apoplectic Me
So, we got through the first two seasons of
Twin Peaks, twenty-five years later. Which is good, because now we can watch Twin Peaks: The Return. Which is… interesting…
INTERESTING?! 25 YEARS, AND YOU GIVE ME “INTERESTING”?!?!
Which is to say, it probably deserves me getting through the whole thing before saying something half-baked about it. So let’s talk about something else. Kinda.
Dreams. We’re gonna talk about dreams. Read on…] Continue reading In Dreams
Mrs Stroke Bloke and I finished binge-watching the two original seasons of
Twin Peaks last night. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get into the minutiae – you know, spoilers. you’ve either seen it or you haven’t. And if you have, the odds are you probably got as far as we did back in the Nineties. i.e., not very far.
“Not very FAR?!?!”
Killer BOB politely suggests that you plough on through this blog post, though.] Continue reading Twin Peaks
This past weekend, I celebrated my Fifth Strokiversary (
1, 2, 3, 4). Which I guess means Stroke Bloke is five.
*FIVE*, you dozy ursine prat!
A fair amount of water has passed under the bridge in five years. Let’s reflect, shall we?
[ For more personal reflections, join me at the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Now We Are Five
Man, what a week.
In chronological order
Grenfell Tower fire started on the morning of 14 June killing 6 12 17 30 54 79; early on 19 June, a
clean-shaven white man attacked people near the Muslim Welfare House in Finsbury Park; and later that day, Brexit talks between Britain and the EU began.
I always thought David Davis sounded quite charming on the Danny Baker show
] Check out the apoplexy newsletter for more knockabout fun. Continue reading Tangents
So – two weeks later – I’ve finally reconciled myself to the ending of the live-action version of
Ghost In The Shell.
Final Assault: I promise, no more GitS after today
My question about the Hollywood movie of
Ghost In The Shell was:
If the fictional Hanka Robotics has developed a mechanical body, or “shell”, that can integrate a human brain; and
“We cling to memories as if they define us, but they don’t. What we do is what defines us”; then
Why would an anarchist who is rounded up to be a test specimen in a shell choose to define herself by the actions she is ordered to take by the government?
Read on for the “exciting” answer…
] But first, check out the exciting Apoplexy Tiny Letter.
Continue reading Below The Neck
OK. Two weeks ago was #stroke news. Last week was music. That must mean that this week, it’s…
But let’s not be
too predictable. I’m not going to bang on too much about last weekend’s Doctor Who. Although Smile was a good little episode. Thought-provoking. In fact, as I think about it again, I reckon that it might have been more satisfying that this week’s bigger, sexier, sci-fi outing.
“But middle-aged Scottish men are sexier than Scarlett Johansson!” (FACT)
[ For even more satisfaction, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Ghost in the Shell
Ikutaro Kakehashi died on Saturday at the age of 87. A check check of the Interwebz doesn’t reveal the cause of his death, and he was Japanese – but he has to get a
Great British Strokes-shaped post.
Roland TB-303 Bass Line
[ For more repetitive beats, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Everybody Needs a 303
It has never been hard to tell the difference between a Scotsman with a grievance and a ray of sunshine, PG Wodehouse once wrote. And today, as the Scottish Parliament debates the merits of approaching Westminster regarding another Independence referendum and just under half of the MSPs grumble about the Scottish Government manufacturing grievances, maybe it’s time to change the stereotype?
(A) A Scotsman, (B) a ray of sunshine, (C) the mighty Kingsley, or (D) all of the above?
[ For more sugar, spice, and nice things, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter]
Continue reading A Ray of Sunshine