Today’s post, like every post, is a love letter to the woman without whom there would be no apoplectic.me, no Stroke Bloke, and no Ricky. Thank you, Beth, m-m-m-my Charon.
It’s also for everyone who cares enough to take the time to click through to apoplectic.me. Thanks.
It’s to the memory of the people who built my Scotland, but I’m too late to see again: Hugh, Donald, and, most of all, my mum.
Finally, it’s dedicated to our friends Jen, Paul and Jill. It’s been a privilege to spend this time with you, and we’re honoured to be able to call ourselves your friends. Keep applying constraints and finishing things.
After completing Thursday’s post, I was reflecting on the the nature of the Proust Questionnaire. As Ian Wiki will tell you, “[t]he Proust Questionnaire is a questionnaire about one’s personality. Its name and modern popularity as a form of interview is owed to the responses given by the French writer Marcel Proust.” You may have seen it in the pages of Vanity Fair or Q magazine. In fact, Vanity Fair’s website has a fun little interactive page that will set you a Proust Questionnaire, and tell you to which famous person you most closely correspond. It seems I’m very much like Karl Rove, half like David Bowie, and not like Michael Caine at all. But then, you knew that.