Less than a month out now from Toronto’s mayoral by-election and another poll showing pretty much a static state except for the appearance at the lower rung of leading contenders of the Toronto Sun Postmedia True North’s cringey/fringey white boy be mad at stuff candidate Nick Fury – no, sorry – Anthony Furey. Furey. 
Anthony Furey. Like Mikey from the old Life cereal commercials, he hates everything! Continue reading
“The big VD, Em.”
“Oh my. What?”
“Victoria Day. May Two-Fer.”
“Ahh, right.”
“Canada’s unofficial summer kick-off. Except in Quebec. All celebratory fireworks, I trust?”
“I had a lovely 2 day weekend, M. And you?”
“Pretty much as you’d expect with a toddler and wee infant in the house. Like every other weekend except longer, thanks for asking. Just two days for you, though. What happened on the third?” Continue reading
Waiting in the dentist’s reception area longer than usual, owing to ‘protracted extraction issues’ with an earlier patient, I’m informed, some professions requiring the use of euphemism more than others, I pick up the 29th Annual Hollywood Issue of Vanity Fair from the table beside me.
A shimmering periodical dedicated to showcasing the glitz and glamour of big-time movie and TV stars?
Finally!
Voice given to the underrepresented and forgotten among us. Continue reading