For a time, fifty five years ago, on a small stretch in a ten minute world along Yonge Street in downtown Toronto, my head gravitated to the music of jazz and blues. There began what would become four years of bliss. Apart from the fact my first fun full time job was on the west
Naturally you would expect to hear from people like Samuel Pepys and his friend John Evelyn in the 17th century, but then there are others from Virginia Wolfe to Michael Palin in the 20th century. One of the charms of this sumptuous volume is that the sets of entries in each of the 365 days
I’m a dark horseRunning on a dark race courseI’m a blue moonSince I stepped from out of the wombI’ve been a cool jerkJust looking for the sourceI’m a dark horse. ‘Dark Horse’ George Harrison 1974 My phone rang. The neighbours knew. Well, everyone knew I was Beatles all the way. “Would I be interested in
From the 1920’s through to the early 1960’s most men still wore hats, fedoras. Fedoras to work, fedoras to hockey games, fedoras to church. And my father was no exception. While Humphrey Bogart was arguably the best ever to cut a fine look in a fedora, my father cut second. My father wore a felt
As a reminder, last year I described how Drink & Think Venice offers a fresh thematic approach to help you capture versions of Venice in a personal and practical way, all while you nurse a drink, taking in the surrounding neighbourhoods. To further enrich your mind about these local worlds around you, Robin writes fluidly,