Clearly, I was spoiled for news stories to cover
last week. Even this week, and more specifically today, a lot of things I’m interested in have been cropping up.
Trump‘s been in the news a bunch, but I’m not going to spend any time on the details of that. I mean, who’s got the bandwidth to constantly maintain the rage?
A: This guy?
No, the most interesting thing I learned about Trump this week keyed into
my interest in the amount of time we spent at work.
] Waste your time at work with the Apoplexy Tiny Letter. Continue reading Judge Dread
I haven’t been able to get to much on the Edinburgh International Book Festival this year, for
reasons. After seeing Tariq Ali discuss Lenin, I managed to miss Stuart Cosgrove returning to the subject of Detroit ’67, and 404 Ink marking their epochal Nasty Women with Nadine Aisha Jassat, Joelle Owusu & Laura Waddell.
And I missed Limmy, too. 😭
[ For more ands and buts , and more deep cuts, check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.] Continue reading King Ubu
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.
Where the little children danced, no doubt.
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