In January, I took part in a Twitter thing where people nominated a different favourite album closing song for each day of the month.
Albums closers make for perfect playlists, because you’ve got a selection of tracks aiming to distill a closing statement for a full album. Play ’em on random, and the intensity should be unchanged and unabated.
My selections are on Apple Music and Spotify.
Continue reading Edging Closer(s) I
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.
[Maybe a jaunty ditty from the Apoplexy Newsletter might help?]
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.
[Who’s Stroke Bloke talking about? Prolong the anticipation and visit the Apoplexy Newsletter.] Continue reading Back To The Well
Yesterday, Mrs Stroke Bloke sent me a link to what, at first, looked like an article in The Onion.
New study says 38-year-old men like “Creep” https://t.co/jlT83yW15e pic.twitter.com/3yv4tVsGOE
— Stereogum (@stereogum) February 12, 2018
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
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
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.
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
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.
Continue reading Cairnpapple Hill
