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Apoplectic

As long-suffering readers of the blog may know, one of the potential changes a stroke survivor might go through, is an increase in the frequency of anger. The UK Stroke Association suggests meditation to ameliorate the negative emotional changes that a patient go through.

Stroke Bloke, 2009
DON’T. TELL. ME. WHAT. TO. DO.

[Maybe a jaunty ditty from the Apoplexy Newsletter might help?]

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Back To The Well

I can hardly believe that I’m returning to the subject of that strange racist guy across the Atlantic with the architecturally complicated hair and the reactionary opinions who’s poured into oddly ill-fitting clothes. But I suppose that it’s an endlessly interesting topic to me.

You're not the one for me, Fatty
No, not you.

[Who’s Stroke Bloke talking about? Prolong the anticipation and visit the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Back To The Well

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These Things

Yesterday, Mrs Stroke Bloke sent me a link to what, at first, looked like an article in The Onion.

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

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Kicking Boys

So, wow. Last week’s post was kinda prescient, wasn’t it?

It turns out Moz really is a bit of a monster.

But it's pretty easy to hate the things Moz says
“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

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Monster

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.

Strictly's gone a bit dark
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]
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Cairnpapple Hill

Tiny Letter readers will know that Mrs Stroke Bloke and I visited Cairnpapple Hill in central Scotland last weekend. It was an enlightening trip, in light of last week’s post on ’80s movies. Like Withnail and Marwood, we came across a bull in a field. And turning to an obvious omission pointed out by Atletico Marcelo in the comments, Cairnpapple was the site of a little henge.

Beneath the haunted moon/For fear that daybreak might come too soon
Where the little children danced, no doubt.

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