I’m still awaiting a return message from Russell Smith’s friend. Russell, if you recall, is the Globe and Mail columnist whom I excoriated in this entry.
In a comment not related to the entry for which it was posted (a number
of people are using comments as a means of just dropping me a line —
guys, that’s what email is for), a friend of Russell’s wrote:
to respond to something you wrote in September (I just found it):
“Here’s the deal. If you see Russ in some bar, go buy a drink. Then
walk up to him and throw it in his face. I’ll reimburse you and take
you out for drinks. Sound cool?”
I’d like to invite you to have a drink with Russell and I. I
mentioned your blog to him, yesterday and he’d like to meet you.
We’ll buy you a drink and I promise we won’t throw it in your face. So. If you’re not a big pussy please respond to [email address]
to arrange this. (I don’t know if you currently live in Toronto
or not but if you don’t but you’re planning to visit just set the time
That comment was posted on February 16th, and I replied via email the
next day (I’m not a “big pussy”, after all). A month and a half has
passed, and still no reply. Really, I’d love to meet Russell and hear
Russell’s friend got in touch with me, and he’s got a lot of stuff to
do for the next little while, so the meeting of minds will have to
wait. Perhaps later this year, when patio season truly begins!
I thought I’d go the polite route, letting the proverb about flies,
honey and vinegar be my guide. I fired off this message yesterday, and
it may be too early to expect any sort of response. An apology to The
Redhead would satisfy me.