Queen Street
As I walk down Queen Street, Lake Ontario, like a sea, merges into the misty horizon – lacy boundary of some other kingdom and on this side a picket fence and many mansions: this must be my father’s house, but…
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October 3, 2018
Everything you thought you knew about ears is wrong
After I had got in the habit of turning the sub-titles on during TV dramas as a matter of course, I realised suddenly that it might not be the Geordie, Liverpool or New York accents to blame after all. I…