Last week, I promised readers of the
Apoplexy Tiny Letter a break from the political stuff, after the recent Democracy trilogy ( 1, 2, 3). And after last week’s Frankie Goes to Hollywood-mendous post, why not stay in the comforting nostalgic embrace of the ’80s?
Dude. Those are clearly C21st Kayne shades.
I mean, seriously?
Kayne, John Mayer, and The Police’s version of made me want the Earth’s surface to be heated to 100,000,000°C. But we spoke about that sort of thing last week. And haemorrhagic stroke survivors are meant to keep their blood pressure down. Message In a Bottle at 2007’s Live Earth concert to combat climate change So. Pleasant thoughts… Continue reading I Hate the ’80s
apoplectic.me is on vacation this week.
You’ve got to help me. I’ve gone on holiday by mistake.
I’ll look forward to writing to you next week. But in the meantime, please do take the opportunity to catch up with these recent scribblings by a bloke three years removed from a catastrophic haemorrhagic stroke:
The Hofstadter-Moebius Loop – on writing Nerd Bait’s latest short form rock opera.
Will This Do? – on Boris Johnson, in the style of a lazy, research shy, moron.
Will This Do, Too? – more #EUreferendum: why are these lying bastards lying to me?
Stroke Digest #8 – On The Revenant, Richard Dawkins, and a junior doctors’ strike update.
Survival – On The James Plays, lies, damned lies, and statistics.
All from a uniquely stroke-y angle.
Till next week…