Archive for Don’t Believe a Word I Say

Darrell Vickers – The Last Three Chapters of ‘Bu House

Posted in Serialized Book with tags , , , , , on January 15, 2019 by segarini

Before we start the second volume of ‘Bu House next week, please enjoy the exciting last 3 episodes of Volume One. Darrell Vickers is the Master of Twisted Tales….

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Pat Blythe – Winter?…Gilda’s Club…a Birthday…and a Little Christmas Music!

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 20, 2018 by segarini

I don’t where the time goes but December seems to arrive almost unexpectedly and then….here it is….banging on the front door. Always seemingly on the run, the days just fly by and I sometimes wonder if I’ve even accomplished something, anything, wading through the onslaught of messages, texts, phone calls (yes people still actually talk), emails, etc. and then there’s a column to write and photos to review and oh ya, Christmas is almost here. Then there’s the TO DO list which seems to get longer….not shorter. The hurry up and wait syndrome, lineups for damn near everything. I feel like I’m playing the old game of Red Light, Green Light (remember that one?) and not just in the vehicle.

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Bob – Here’s the Deal….

Posted in A Message with tags , , , , on December 19, 2018 by segarini

I feel I owe you all an explanation for the dearth of columns over the past 10 days or so. It is a difficult time of year for me (I won’t bore you with the reasons for that) but suffice it to say that I suffer Holiday Depression, or as I like to call it, the End of the Year Blahs and Nog Hoist.

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Darrell Vickers – ‘BU HOUSE CHAPTER TEN: HOT DUCKITY-DIG

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , on December 11, 2018 by segarini

Once again, comfortably ensconced beneath a swayless palm, Tiberius continued to supervise the divinely dictated duck dig when lo! His singular and irrefutably great noggin received a cosmic command so powerful; it would have flambéed the occipital lobe of lesser prophets.

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Chef Tom – The Humble Dumpling

Posted in Opinion, Recipe with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 8, 2018 by segarini

 

Dumpling. The name says cute, like the word dimple. Dumplings are comfort forever, doughy and soft as a pillow. No one eats a dumpling and stays mad. Wee floating clouds, swelling as they soak, holding onto their savory juices like a secret. Dumplings are cushions of custard, content to bathe in a creamy-sweet vanilla-scented bath, just a little bit longer please.

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Peter, B-Ball, and the Rankled Ankle….

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 6, 2018 by segarini

An old friend of mine presaged the colder temperatures that Toronto experienced a couple of weekends ago. I was at Lois’, and when getting up, winced when I put my weight on my right foot. Lois asked what was wrong, and I explained that I had “rolled my ankle” playing basketball 1). Her curiosity aroused, she asked when that had occurred, as in 16 years, she’s seen me hold beer cans and ballpoint pens, but never basketballs.

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Pat Blythe – Christmas past, NYC, John Harris, N’we Jinan…and Music!

Posted in Opinion, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 5, 2018 by segarini

My house looks like Santa barfed up an entire Christmas store. Lights, decorations, bibs and bobs scattered about, the decorating a work in progress and I haven’t even purchased the tree yet! Chris use to chide me on the amount of Christmas paraphernalia I had accumulated over the years so I decided one year to use the minimalist approach. A week before Christmas day Chris asked me when I was going to decorate? Ya can’t win…. So, five containers, an extensive Santa Claus collection and a couple of supplementary boxes heaved up from the basement, I am now sussing and sorting, banging nails, climbing ladders, walking on the counter to get to the top of the cabinets….letting no space go “unChristmased”. Even my musical Charlie Brown Christmas Tree is back in its place of honour.

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