From the “old-man-and-the-Sea-Breeze” department.
Holding court at the Roof Lounge tonight–the one truly great bar in Toronto. Sandra Oh and friends were at the next table, but the real celebs were sitting with us, namely composer-turned-pipe-organ-tuner JMS and Can-lit-crit gadfly and man-about-town BA. I know that Sandra is a devoted Cyberkrunk reader, so I didn’t bother her (like that tiresome other couple) with my idea: over the course of your next few movies, Sandra, please pummel to a bloody pulp the rest of the cast of Wings. Old Ernest would have appproved (and then he’d get drunk and forget all about it).