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On Sunday, as we often do, Rachelle and I went to the St. Lawrence antique market. Unshaven vendors wearing baseball caps of teams long since extinct, slumped in their chairs, as if having given up on the hang-over they were earlier trying to shake. Partially concealed beneath the tables where they displayed their wares, they…

I don’t normally do this sort of thing, but the other day I took one of those Facebook quizzes. You know the type. What Harry Potter magical creature are you? What Marvel Superhero are you? How long would you survive in Zombieland? That sort of thing. The quiz I took asked, “What Disney Princess are…

For those of you who don’t know, the Gemini Awards are given out annually to honour excellence in Canadian television production. It’s like the Emmy Awards, only as it’s Canadian, less so. On Wednesday the award’s ceremony took place here in Toronto, and two of my friends, the irritatingly talented duo of Jon “The Big…

As some of you may know, Rachelle and I went to the fancy-pants Toronto restaurant Colborne Lane on Saturday night. All sorts of complications have arisen from this, and with most disputes, the particulars are boring and petty to those not actually involved in the dispute. Suffice it to say, for the last four days…

On Saturday night Rachelle and I went to a restaurant in Toronto called Colborne Lane. It’s an expensive, special occasion kind of place and we went there to celebrate our fifth anniversary. The restaurant has a beautiful, industrial kind of grandeur, giving it an impenetrable, exclusive feeling that make you feel as if you’ve suddenly…

It has always been the dream of my friend Shelagh Corbett to marry a celebrity. “I just see myself with one,” she used to say by means of explanation. Sadly, over the years, after many rejections (Alec Baldwin, Will Smith, Tom Cruise, Nick Nolte, Wanda Sykes, Jose Canseco, Forrest Whitaker, Sylvester Stallone and Brett Favre,…

On Monday, Rob Ford was elected Mayor of Toronto. There are probably a few things you should know about him. He’s your garden variety Conservative, the kind of guy that gets all red in the face, pumping his meaty fist in the air shouting,” the gravy train must stop!” The other striking thing about him…

On Saturday afternoon, in the parking lot at Saulter and Queen Street East, a dance school was putting on a recital. Under just the faintest suggestion of rain, beaming parents watched as children, evolving into various forms of perfection, executed the maneuvers they’d been practicing all week. Dangerous Dan’s had set-up at barbeque area in…

Yesterday was my first session with my Personal Trainer. I’ve never had a trainer before, but after my surgery in August I figured it would be a good idea to get a professional to help me get in shape. Initially the trainer was supposed to be a 22 year-old Russian girl named Svetlana, but Rachelle…