Yesterday, I was saddened to hear about the passing of Australian writer/broadcaster Clive James. A man whose erudite and witty essays in his book 'Unreliable Memories', like Woody Allen's comedic tomes in 'Without Feathers' and numerous whimsical Les Dawson monologues, were catalysts for my dabbling in the domaine de l'écriture humoristique. James' Sunday evening broadcasts on... Continue Reading →