After yesterday evening's dinner, I indulged in a cordial few hours chatting with my brother Ian in our parent's dining room. To add to the conviviality, we drank a glass of Hardonnay (chardonnay mixed with Viagra) and smoked cigars specially engineered by my brother from rice paper, Miracle Gro plant compost and the souls of the oppressed. I'm not sure why our... Continue Reading →