They say, 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.
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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 The Thing last week. Or maybe Mrs Stroke Bloke and I just went a little hard on our binge watching of The Good Place.
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…
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