Check out October’s edition of the Northern Groove magazine. You might even find some words & photos of mine along with advice on how to survive a zombie attack … which makes me realize in retrospect that it would have been a better idea to shoot this zombie’s face with a gun than a camera …
Sending truckloads of Bornday love to my greatest friend in the galaxy!
I keep swearing that I will no longer allow myself to be seduced by Fall’s philandering charms, because in the end that fleeting bastard always skips town and leaves my poor little heart in a frozen mess. But every year, without fail, Fall comes rolling back into my life and whispers golden dreams in my ears until I crumble into its bed of colours and before I know it my heart’s re-lit on fire with its flaming beauty.
Ladies & gentlemen, welcome to most magical pub in the Universe – The Bassetts Arms.
It’s a pub that has a top secret location, a pub where the beer flows free, both in quantity & cost, and a pub that never has a closed sign on its door.
To see photos from The Bassetts Arms click here
Behind the scenes at the Patriots Motorcycle Club in Crumlin, Wales. Also known as the night we woke up to discover a man named Digga bunked down with us.
To see photos from this epic night click here.
The lovely Miss Quincy and her Mother Hen have been kind enough to let me stay in their wee cabin whilst she (Miss Q) is off in the Yukon wilds destroying grizzlies with her bare hands, or whatever else it is folks do up there.
Tonight I invited Henry David Thoreau and Górecki over and we had a hot date next to the wood stove.
Once upon some shindig in ninth or tenth grade I stumbled into the house party portion of the soiree only to have my pubescent mind blown by this boy singing some cover typical of the times … I think it was a Green Day song. That boy was Mat Savard and some 10-odd years later his syncopated soul is still blowing my mind.
Photos below are from the show at Tim n’ Tycs on September 18, 2010 to raise some funds for Mat’s album recording piggy bank.
Behold the brain-munchers of Fort St. John’s inaugural Zombie Walk!