Thursday 20 November 2014

Travel Tips avec un petit morceau de Revisionist History

Here’s something that you probably haven’t been giving much thought to lately and it kind of worries me that I have; The Magna Carta.  Yeah I know, I’m getting weirder and weirder but I’ve always had a bit of a fascination with it.  There’re a few reasons that lead me to bring it up now.  One thing is, if you keep your ear to the ground you’ll probably hear more about it over the next while, as we will be celebrating its 800th anniversary in 2015.

Also, my sister-in-law Lorraine just landed in town and she lives in Salisbury England, where the best surviving exemplification is housed at the Salisbury Cathedral.  It’s been there since it was created in 1215, which is pretty damned impressive.  There were thirteen original copies of Magna Carta created and only four of these still exist.  I’ve seen the one in Salisbury while visiting in the past.

Wednesday 12 November 2014

My Open Letter to Jian Ghomeshi

Hey Jian, rhymes with neon.  Remember that?  It’s been a few weeks now and I’ve got some things to get off my chest, so if you’ll indulge me, that would be awesome bud.  

How you doin by the way?  Where the hell are ya?  Somewhere a long way from home methinks.  You'd better be anyway.  Can’t imagine the reception you’d receive down at Whole Foods the next time you ran out to replenish the organic almond milk.  I’ve heard it a couple of times that you might be in Los Angeles but I’m thinking that’s still too close to home.  If you were in La La Land, I’m pretty sure TMZ would have tracked you down and turned this Canadian story into something more continental.  An implosion of this magnitude will transgress any border especially with your NPR links.  Remember when you were on 180 stations across America?  No I’m guessing you’re someplace like the Solomon Islands or Vanuatu trying to figure out the next move.  Or maybe you’ve decided that a little repentance is due and you’re hunched over, on your knees polishing the marble floors of a Tibetan monastery with a toothbrush.  I really doubt it but a man can dream can’t he?