Dave Robson 
I spent Saturday night watching grown men and women beat the blood out of each other. It was a sharp contrast to Saturday morning spent reviewing TIFF films (and writing snarky TIFF-related articles), reading the latest GQ guide to suits, and trying to keep the heat in my dad’s wood-fire … Read More
In university, one of my devastatingly honest female friends, Elisa, told me I’d have better luck with women if I kept a more diverse liquor shelf. “You only drink scary things like whisky and dark rum. Women want something sweet and non-threatening.” Good advice. I started keeping a bottle of … Read More
It seems like every jerk with a Twitter account is shilling a self-published e-book these days. While I’ve got nothing against digital prose, I prefer someone else to sort the quality from the nonsense. Fortunately, literary prizes do exactly that. The Booker Prize, awarded yearly to the best book by … Read More
The worst sort of person I meet on a regular basis the sort who looks down their nose at blended whisky. The stigma blended whisky bears is unfair and wholly undeserved. Connoisseurs know better. Jim Murray, writer of the annual Whisky Bible, is king of connoisseurs and has been championing … Read More
