With thanks and apologies to Long-Suffering-Reader-Of-The-Blog-Paul.
Long-suffering readers of the blog will know I’m a huge fan of nineties British indie music. So, I was thrilled when a hot, skinny boy who looks good in an Adidas tracksuit came onto the stage this week.
PORK PIES
(Dominic Cummings ft. Blur)
You know, I was just going to do one more post about COVID-19 and then move on. Something technical about its link to strokes.
Partly because, Do you want to read another hot take on the Coronavirus? Partly because I’m so angry about what’s going on, I figured if I did yet another one after a few more days had passed, I’d probably bust one of my brain aneurysms.
Then Boris Johnson did his thing on the telly.
[Usually I’d suggest that you check out the Apoplexy Tiny Letter for some light relief, but…]
Continue reading Television/The Strokes
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote that
I’ve noticed a lot of writers on my social media talking about how hard it is to get any writing done, what with everything that’s going on…
I know, not the worst problem to have right now. Still, what is going on?
[There’s more anomie and bonhomie over in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.]
Continue reading What’s Going On
Yeah, so…
I’ve noticed a lot of writers on my social media talking about how hard it is to get any writing done, what with everything that’s going on, and I thought that it might be an interesting exercise for me – and for me – to examine how that’s working out here in this household. And see what insights that might provide me about how I’m doin.
But let’s quickly get all that out of the road —
[There’s more anomie and bonhomie over in the Apoplexy Tiny Letter.]
Continue reading Staying Alive