After last week’s hard stroke entry, a diversionary divertissement apoplectique….

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After last week’s hard stroke entry, a diversionary divertissement apoplectique….
This morning, Underworld’s Second Toughest In The Infants is blasting through the living room, and I weigh about 155lbs. It’s clearly 1996 all over again (except by then I already weighed more than that, student’s beer belly and all), so what better time to write a post about Britain’s latest cuddly Socialist, Danny Boyle?
It’s been a pretty good couple of weeks for TBI humour. Have you ever had an ailment, and then found everyone seems to be talking about their experiences with it? And it’s not because there’s been a sudden epidemic. It’s just because you’re more attuned. Maybe it’s just been a bit like that. Still, I don’t remember TBIs being a staple of mainstream comedy before my hemorrhage. Maybe it’s the new thing. Or, maybe my memory’s not what it once was…. [With perfect comedy timing, I was reminded of Cartman’s fall from a cow, and belief he was a Vietnamese streetwalker, in the South Park episode Cow Days, shortly after finishing this post.]
More Late Review with Stroke Bloke today, since the subject of this post will be shuffling out of theatres very shortly. If you follow me on the twitter or the Facebook, you may be aware that I was quite excited by the prospect of Warm Bodies:
Today, zom-rom-com, Warm Bodies. [Warning: Rank sentimentality, and zombies that run.And that’s just the review.] apoplectic.me/at-the-movies-…
— Ricky Brown (@ricky_ballboy) March 11, 2013