Brunch (well, beer and breakfast) at the Electric diner. Fun fact: John Christie used to work next door.
Please get out there and support my wonderful industry and the equally wonderful people who depend on it for their livelihoods.
“Cultivated in the shadow of a three-thousand metre pile of B.S.”
The Coke side of life.
Lamenting the end of A’bunadh.
The Mayor a whimsical entrance, experience, and exit. Consistently rambunctious, and bloody fantastic.
The Henry David.