So, wow. Last week’s post was kinda prescient, wasn’t it?
It turns out Moz really is a bit of a monster.
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
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.
[Killer BOB politely suggests that you plough on through this blog post, though.] Continue reading Twin Peaks
We pick up the story after our hero and key to the secrets of graphic design, logos, and intellectual property (Tristram Hunt, for it is he) has twice submitted his name unsuccessfully for selection as a Labour parliamentary candidate…
After being parachuted out of New Labour’s Milbank Palace into a safe seat in Stoke, the biographer of Engels and picket line-crosser spent five years slashing Labour’s majority before letting it be known that he would be giving up the seat at a time when the Labour Party and Jeremy Corbyn were at their most embattled.
[Can’t get enough of that PHWOAR!!! factor? Get your Apoplexy Tiny Letter here.] Continue reading Antepenultimatum III
If you’re reading this after last week, I guess we’re still here. Or, at least, you are.
And yes, me too, still thinking about the dissemination of ideas through graphic designs and logos and t-shirts.
[Or you could just go a listen to a tune at the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading Penultimatum
I haven’t been able to get to much on the Edinburgh International Book Festival this year, for reasons. After seeing Tariq Ali discuss Lenin, I managed to miss Stuart Cosgrove returning to the subject of Detroit ’67, and 404 Ink marking their epochal Nasty Women with Nadine Aisha Jassat, Joelle Owusu & Laura Waddell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGPgCVJUsI
And I missed Limmy, too. 😭
[For more ands and buts, and more deep cuts, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading King Ubu
Still looking for Reasons To Be Fearful? I’m guessing not, huh?
Analysts are trying to work out what happens to markets in the event of an all-out nuclear war https://t.co/hGEOi45G44
— Wall Street Journal (@WSJ) August 11, 2017
As @mrkocnnll writes, that
is the most “easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism” thing I have ever fucking seen
[If you haven’t checked out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter, maybe this is your last chance…?]
Last week’s proto-rant finished with the shock news that Donald Trump’s supposed favourite song is all kinds of awesome. And hey, as of 5:08 PM today, Theresa May’s still Prime Minister at the sufferance of a Conservative party none of whom want to win Pass the Brexit Parcel of Shit.
So, let’s check out Theresa’s Desert Island Discs, shall we?
[You’re more likely to find awesome choons at the Apoplexy Newsletter, obvs.]
Man, what a week.
In chronological order
[Check out the apoplexy newsletter for more knockabout fun.] Continue reading Tangents
In the aftermath of my viewing of Argo on the way back from the US, the spy news just kept coming…
But let’s leave Jared Kushner and his back channels out of it for now. (Oo-er, missus!) I briefly mentioned the recent shenanigans in China in last week’s Apoplexy Tiny Letter… Continue reading Saints and Sinners
Before we get started, I’d like to direct you to Marcelo’s comment to recent post Into The Trees. and the associated Wired article.
[For more cheery, knockabout humour, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter] Continue reading Prouder, Stronger, Better