Categories: It Happened to MeToronto (a.k.a. Accordion City)

Paging Mr. Godot [Updated]

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:

Not related to the topic but I’d like

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

for us).

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

his side.

Update:

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!

Another email I sent that has gone unanswered went to one Andrew Babian, whom you might remember from this blog entry. I sent him a very short message:

Would you mind not calling my girlfriend, Wendy Koslow, a slut?

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.

Joey deVilla