Humour

I believe I was talking about fairway fashion: having seen the way you dress in public, I can readily see you are not going to follow the suggestions of the style columnists in the Toronto Star…

Now think about this, if I was wrong about editors then maybe you and I could be wrong about Galen Weston’s personal situation.

I would have gone in and complained but the dogs just smirked and said, “Prove it.”

Surely there all aren’t crammed into the same satellites with the TV and military people.

…one had to use Eaton’s catalogues or old copies of the Packet and Times, which if you will recall was printed in ink that would never dry.

… we only knew three or four marches and even then only a few bars of each. I hate to say this but we weren’t all that good.

Walter got downsized in the morning and was working after lunch for considerably more money and a car.

The brass went out for lunch at an Italian restaurant on the northeast corner of Colborne and Andrew Street. I needed to tell you that because…

I am almost ashamed to say that the next paragraph was a rather vicious attack on the board of directors of Canada’s big banks

Now fearing my imminent demise, I poured a small dram of Glenfiddick and drifted into my usual day-dream.