In the pitch dark of an Algonquin Park night, a small light cuts the gloom. A park naturalist is collecting newly hatched turtles to protect them from predators. Further up the path, we had seen the destroyed leathery shells discarded after a hungry raccoon or fox had dug them up. He hopes to save these.
I would have laid odds that this whole exercise was silly. How could the shape of a glass affect the taste of its contents?
At the Toronto Sheraton Hotel‘s Social Hour, I watch, with a certain degree of cynicism, as Stewart Risto of Riedel, The Wine Glass Company, begins to take us through a tasting of three red wines from California: a Pinot Noir, a Syrah and a Cabernet Sauvignon.
Riedel makes 236 different shaped glassware. Surely this is simply an exercise in marketing? Continue reading
An Englishman is the Ultimate Elvis? The King would have turned over in his grave!
Surely only a southern boy with the grime of the delta and the rhythms of gospel ingrained in his soul could possibly be the definitive Elvis?
But the winner at Tweed’s Tribute to Elvis Festival 2013 was 42-year-old Gordon Hendricks from Stoke-on-Trent in England, who looks a lot better than Elvis did at the same age. From the moment he steps on the stage, he is transformed into the youthful version of The King. Continue reading