I fear people may be a little confused aboot this. Yes, I live in Canada. Why do you ask? Sorry - back to TLRB. There was an altruistic fervor, uh, well, maybe not fervor, but at least a do-good, feel-good passion, no, that's too strong a word, feeling. Since then the logical side…
It's a confusing world here. I'm sitting at a long table facing the baristas. Three out of four are pretty, a pretty good percentage. I wonder how any one gets any work done at any of these places. There's the conversations around me. The tall man on my right is talking on his…
As the header says, I refuse to take the responsibility for the sounds in your head. Should you continue you agree not to hold me accountable for any after-effects. So here goes! Have you ever noticed how certain sounds just entrench themselves into your mind and refuse to let you go? I mean,…
I have decided that I should reblog this. Why? well... why not? It's still valid. And great writing. (My modesty forbids me from saying any more..) And June 9 is coming up again. Well, really, I just wanted to. So here it is. Again.
So America can now collectively pat it's back and congratulate itself on a job well done. What a lesson for those pesky racists! The first rule of public life is - never be found out. Publicly. You can have a string of prior convictions for the same offence, but as long as the…
I read this article by Jonathan Agnew and was struck by it's smarmy tone. As an apology for Peter Moores's reinstatement it fails convincingly. About the only thing the article does is re-iterate the infantile regurgitations of team, team player and togetherness. It has all the hallmarks of those independent car / audiophile…
The Slo-Man was recently struck by a comment. It jumped right off the screen and hit him smack between the eyes. He then went digging into some facts and embarked on a mini-voyage of self-discovery. How did this come about? The Slo-Man, who is still catching up with his reading, after the exertions…
Introduction This is the story of a peeper, a peeping tom who chose us as a subject of study. Read on! A small ground floor flat (apartment, if American) is what we loved in and lived in. As a newly married couple in our mid-twenties, we both worked for "computer companies" where we…
Background Once upon a time, I worked. My boss decided to send me up to the North East state of Assam, famous for tea and rain. The tea is the best in the world. The rain is the most in the world. There is also the unexplained mystery of birds gathering at one…
"Why should I?", you ask. And you may have a point there. Spring is still not fully sprung; it is in fact still a bit of spring chicken. Living (or staying, if Indian) in the Golden Horseshoe, aka Costa Occidental del Lago Ontario, you would be hard pressed to find visible or sensual…