Wrong Question

I imagine a number of savvy Ottawa-based party animals will quickly identify the party. It was an awesome party. I just didn’t get it that day. How things change. So very different from the early days of Bent, when Kev and Sandy and I were rocking out every couple of nights. But, you know what? I’m happier and healthier than I was then. Plus ça change. Paddle your own canoe, folks. – Trevor One-sheets are Trevor’s frequent series of illustrated prose-y poems. You can find plenty more in the category…

Winston

Today’s one-sheet includes a big ol’ shout-out to Greg, the Gritty Gorg. I know that he’s a hell of a commentator on political happenings in this lovable if misguided land (and our lovable if misguided neighbours to the south), and I don’t doubt for a second that he’d make a hell of a statesman if he so desired. When he’s not talking shop about politics, he’s about wit and food and scotch and cigars, and reminds me more than a little of ol’ Winnie from time to time. I know there’s more snark…