Last night, at around 10pm Easter Time, you could almost hear the agonizing cry of shock at horror over the death of Jon Snow. “No! Not Jon Snow! How am I supposed to care about anything without Jon Snow!” Sorry, if you’ve been waiting to watch the finale of Game of Thrones, I’ve just ruined… Read More ›
It’s so bloody typical of London (alas, of many large urban centres) to be so self-centred as to ignore the goings-on of the surrounding villages and countryside. H. G. Wells certainly knew it, and no doubt saw it first hand when the spider-like monsters from Mars invaded the first time. As described in The War… Read More ›
At worst, she’ll grow into a conscientious, kind and thoughtful dog… as opposed to a bratty, self-involved dick of a child.
This river I step in is not the river I stand in. This Heraclitian phrase flows gently above the Queen Street acqueduct — recently re-lit with much ceremony to welcome the coming athletes of the 2015 Toronto Pan Am Games. The bridge crosses the Don River and leads visitors into Riverside, a burgeoning Toronto community… Read More ›