The Wee Man objects to my musical taste. Fair enough. If your three-year-old is waxing lyrical about Arab Strap’s marvellous return, he’s got problems. But not as many as he’s got in store for you.
So, when I’m listening to 6Music/something from 1991/Britain’s slide into fascism*, the demands from the back seat begin.
The Wee Man, 2021
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BONUS POST? I recently enjoyed doing an interview about my experience of stroke with the young people of Coppell HOSA (a chapter of HOSA-Future Health Professionals raising stroke awareness).
I’d like to think that it includes some accessible stroke info for laypeople and anyone interested in learning about one particular individual’s experience of stroke.
It’s a handy introduction to my book,
, too. Stroke: A 5% chance of survival
Hi! How you doing? Hello…?
Damn. The Daleks really did a number on this dump.
I hope that your home-administered haircut has left you still looking as hot as horribly-coiffed Cillian Murphy in
28 Days Later.
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Under Cover Under Wraps
You know, I was just going to do one more post about COVID-19 and then move on. Something technical about its link to strokes.
Partly because I’m so angry about what’s going on, I figured if I did yet another one after a few Do you want to read another hot take on the Coronavirus? more days had passed, I’d probably bust one of my brain aneurysms.
Then Boris Johnson did his thing on the telly.
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Let’s stay with the stroke / medical science / sci-fi Venn diagram this week, after last week’s
Night of the Living Pigs.
In the endless battle against
Aunty Beeb trailed a story last week about how computers can read our minds now. FAKE NEWS!!!
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Earlier this week, a friend who makes a brief cameo appearance in my survival memoir,
, sent me a link to Stroke: A 5% chance of survival this recent article celebrating the original release of Pavement’s album Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. Here’s the tl;dr take:
I was there, kid. That’s not how it went down.
I was there. Not James Murphy. Though he probably was, too. I saw Pavement touring their first album, the epochal Slanted and Enchanted, at Edinburgh’s late and legendary venue, The, er, Venue.
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Life’s What You Make It
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.
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I’m aware that the posting schedule here at apoplectic.me has been a bit erratic recently. Sorry about that.
Erratic? I’ll show ye erratic, sonny – Thom Yorke
If you’re of a mind to follow me
on the tweetie box or like and follow my writer’s page on Facebook or sign up for the Apoplexy Tiny Letter, the excuse for this will be revealed early on Thursday afternoon, Edinburgh time.
In the meantime, let’s stick to the stroke news, shall we?
Continue reading Making Everything Better
Mrs Stroke Bloke and I have been catching up with the BBC Scotland documentary series
. Rip It Up: The History Of Scottish Pop
In a sufficiently leisurely fashion that we haven’t reached this yet:
A deathless classic, I’m sure you’ll agree.
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