Joy to the world from wonderful Winnipeg, capital of the province of Manitoba - or as it is sometimes also called Winterpeg. Actually the name Winnapig might be more appropriate given the amount of squealing, trough feeding, and foul manure that leaves a lingering stench in the air and water these days. Ah well, enough about me.
I’m not an out of work journalist, just a relatively normal guy that likes to spout off and indulge in rants when ‘I just can’t stands it no more’. Don’t expect a stream of fact, informed knowledge, or widsom - just one person’s opinion on local events as they unfold - or get shoved down our throats.
The humour may not be obvious or to everyone’s taste, but it isn’t meant to be deliberately offensive either. So if I get my facts screwed up or you’ve got a complaint, just post in the comments, or write me and I’ll try my best to make both of us happy. I haven’t eaten any small children or punched anyone in the nose for several decades now (i.e. I’m not an ogre), and I can’t climb down the bloody coax cable, so you should be relatively safe to express thine self on the blog or in e-mail.
