It’s FA Cup weekend, and while I didn’t catch any games, I did enjoy a few highlights in the late afternoon. For those who don’t know, the FA Cup is an English soccer/football knockout tournament open to every club in the country. This week was the Third Round, the round when the Big Dogs enter…

Note: Yesterday I referred to a meal as raging. What I meant to say was ragù, and for those who wonder, yes, it was delicious. A writer I follow on Substack wrote about how he predicted an increased trend of “arranged marriages” in the US over the coming years. He was careful to define what…

We’re seeing friends for dinner tomorrow night, and we’re bringing a raging. I pride myself on making a good one, and firmly believe the secret ingredient is time. No, I haven’t misspelled the herb (although it feature), but taking the time both to cook it down (~5 hours) and then for the flavour nap (~24…

I went to see esteemed writer and journalist, Douglas Murray, speak at the Paramount Theatre last night. It was an engaging affair. He spent a lot of time talking about Israel, and the conflict that he’s been covering since October 7. By integrating footage he took with anecdotes, both light and dark, he was able…

The snow has fallen, and melted, but it’s still icy out here. Icy enough to stack it while walking home tonight from the theatre to see Douglas Murray speak. No harm, no damage, but ice on concrete is hard.

My phone recently told me my average view time for the past week. Usually I avoid looking at it, as it can be a sobering experience. Not this time. It hasn’t been under four hours for probably years, but it’s now closer to three. I was pleasantly surprised, but I shouldn’t have been. An infant…