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.
[ Boycotting this post due to a love of dragons? Check out the Apoplexy Newsletter instead.] Continue reading Dragons
It occurred to me this morning that, maybe, this blog is about
. death A near death experience will do that to a person.
Or maybe, I just haven’t recovered from
watching . Or maybe Mrs Stroke Bloke and I just went a little hard on our binge watching of The Thing last week The Good Place.
Off: Middle-aged Scotsman tries to figure out how to pull off his new jam
Except of course,
The Good Place isn’t about death, really. It’s about life.
And the tsunami of famous deaths since
Bowie kicked off the craze in early 2016 just keeps rolling with the death last week of Mark E Smith of The Fall…
[ Have a wee apoplectic aperitif over at the Apoplexy Tiny Letter, or read on…] Continue reading Immortality
We’re just over a week into 2018, and already it seems like
2018 : 2017 : : 2017 : 2016
1 Jan 2018: Racist, misogynist fan of eugenics appointed eno new universities regulator
Maybe things look more upbeat in the United States, where instead of Weak And Wobbly Theresa, there’s a
VERY in charge. S TABLE GENIUS!!!
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Continue reading Eight Tracks
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
I feel like I miss the Thanksgiving buffer that stops the Christmas bandwagon from building up speed too early. But then, Britain isn’t exactly short of pre-Christmas high days and holy days around this time of year.
BBC’s Gunpowder: *This* is what happens to people who don’t have fun on Bonfire Night!
As well as Guy Fawkes Night, there’s Black Friday (without all the tedious mindfulness suggested by Thanksgiving), Saint Andrew’s Day, and PEN International’s Day of The Imprisoned Writer.
Give yourself a festive treat and check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter]
Continue reading Monster
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
Last week’s first five suggestions for a top ten list of musical introductions ended with a plea for help in picking out the balance. And Long-Suffering Readers Of The Blog Prof Paul and Atletico Marcelo didn’t disappoint in the comments.
Top Ten Times The Late Show Top Ten List Was Funny: a countdown from 0-0
How to round out a Top Ten List: read on.] Continue reading Outros
It feels like the subject matter on the blog has been kinda heavy these past weeks, so how about a bit of fun?
“Don’t use this. Ricky & Morty fans are terrible people!”
Maybe you’ve seen the recent news article to the effect that the average intro time for a pop hit has dropped from more than 20 seconds to five seconds since the mid-1980s. I mean, I don’t know why the BBC are banging on about it now, when
Mashable reported on the underlying research in April.
Who cares? Read on for five of the best intros ever.] Continue reading Introduction
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…
“I got yer click-bait right here, Sexy”
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