Author Archives: B

While down in St. Lucia we rode in our fair share of taxis–especially for an island that is a mere 50 kilometres long.  Those countless hours we’ll never get back to lie on a beach and sip rum-based drinks weren’t … Continue reading →

Dear Fashion File, I thought you might get a kick out of an experience I just had passing through airport security in Toronto. As luck would have it, I was rocking out the FFWD Hammer & Sickle shirt when my … Continue reading →

I recently overheard a lady reveal to her companion the following bombshell: I thought that I would join a barber shop quartet for a year–just to see–and I haven’t found the music all that inspiring.  For me, that is. . … Continue reading →

I have known some gentlemen in my life with filthy habits.  Habits that would truly gag a maggot, as my father would say.  As an example, I provide this recollection: I once held a conversation with a particular gentleman who … Continue reading →

The gymnasium’s locker room–when it is taken outside the warm Vaselined lens of a Porky’s film–isn’t very glamourous or exciting atall. In fact, I spend a great deal of my time trying not to let my bare feet touch the floor. … Continue reading →

This evening I was relaxing, sipping some scotch, and listening to Cyndi Lauper–as is my want occasionally–when one particular song popped on.  A song I hadn’t heard since. . . well. . . since a day in the shower at the … Continue reading →

Babs and I recently retreated from the sub-tropical Colonial paradise of St. Lucia after becoming completely fed up with Pina Colodas laced with fresh coconut, sunshine, and sitting in a reclined position–all three being symptoms of the greater ill known … Continue reading →

There are several cures, real or imagined, for over-imbibing.  Last night, someone who this morning could very well have been in need of just such a cure, shared with me her secret hangover preventative action. A- “I was sooo drunk … Continue reading →

The other day I had the real pleasure of driving to Wayne, Alberta. Wayne, stuck deep in the heart of Alberta’s Badlands–great devourer of dinosaurs–is one of those places that takes some doin’ to get to. One must traverse the … Continue reading →

Today I was asked, by the bank, for my “current date of birth”. While this question may have been relevant prior to my 19th birthday, those happy carefree days and drunken nights as “R.W. Munchkin” have long since passed. Now … Continue reading →