The brain in question
Average male brain. Infinite storage for song lyrics and the 2004 league table. None whatsoever for which spray goes on which surface.
This all comes from inside it. Sorry.
A weekly newsletter from a bloke who isn't an expert in anything. Something gets stuck in my head, I go and find out about it, then I write it down. Friday mornings.
A weekly inventory of the useful, useless and oddly specific things taking up room in there.
Average male brain. Infinite storage for song lyrics and the 2004 league table. None whatsoever for which spray goes on which surface.
This all comes from inside it. Sorry.
Meat on a fire. Reversing onto the drive in one go. The things nobody else is giving enough attention.
Why is everyone eating protein? You wonder for eight seconds. I’m the idiot who goes and finds out.
You’re not a project. No 5am routine. No ten-step system. Worst case, you learn what APR means.
About one coffee, or one visit to the only room with a lock on the door. Then it leaves you alone.
There’s usually a bit you’ll forward with no message attached. Just the link. He’ll get it.
Whatever my brain got stuck on that week, written down while it was still interesting. Plus a short thing I looked up and a question for you. Ten minutes with a coffee, then it leaves you alone till Friday.