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When it comes to World domination, Bowie thought the man who sold the world had been dead for years but he met him face to face in 1970. Cobain met him again in 93. * I have a theory about why the man who sold the world is so hard to find. I think it’s the classic...
On April 9th 1917 at 5:30AM the consolidated Canadian Corps, all four divisions, began an artillery barrage on the German stronghold of Vimy Ridge. By April 12th the battle was won, but at the ultimate cost for many; 3,598 Canadian lives lost. Another 7,004 wounded,...
Is premium the new norm? I mean we’ve sampled more premiums than Bayer has pills. * Pilsners that are lagers, and lagers that aren’t pilsners, and ales for what ails you. Lights and darks, whites and reds. Canadian, American, Dutch, German, Austrian, Japanese and...
In the 70’s I had a tour of the Women’s Penitentiary in Kingston. * Scary place, reminiscent of the Ken Kesey cuckoo’s nest psychiatric ward. ** Why such a seemingly arbitrary segue into a Matron’s double? Well the reason I took that tour was a friend of mine’s Mother...
Sláinte mhath! Time for a Tartan Day toast to all you would be, wanna be, and wish you were Bravehearts. * Here’s to the Cranky Old Men and friends, may your whisky be as cheap as Farmer Steve, your problems as trivial as our Editor, and your beer as plentiful as...
To say 1986 didn’t start off on the right foot is a bit of an understatement of both cosmic and nuclear proportions. With the Space Shuttle Challenger explosion and the Chernobyl meltdown, there wasn’t much to cheer about earlier in the year. But if you were living in...
As we have said many times over the years, the artistry on the can and the creativity of the name don't amount to a hill of beans when it comes to good beer. The clan from Tooth and Nail Brewing validate our take on things. The can has a fairly industrial look with...
I searched through the encyclopedic enclaves and the dusty tomes that are the cranky old central library. In the back of my mind’s eye I could see it as clear as a Cape Breton rolling fog during a ski mishap induced concussion, the classic treatise on mortal conflict....
I thought a fat bike was one of those stationary bikes that you put in your downstairs “gym” by the beer fridge and only used once (the bike not the beer fridge) before putting it up for sale on Kijiji two years later for ½ the price you paid for it. But apparently...
Lunchtime libations at Rust Bistrobar. * They say rust never sleeps but they aren’t open on Mondays and Tuesdays. ** Their house craft quaff, Rust Red Ale, from sources unknown, led to an investigation by our server who returned with a clue. St. Thomas was emblazoned...