A Night at the Theatre

I went to the theatre in town the other night. First time for far too long. I took my daughters and it was such a trauma organizing us all to be there at the right time, with tickets, in one piece, I began to wonder what on earth I had been thinking about. I felt punch drunk by mid-afternoon.
Keep chewing, January’s almost through

January’s a long, dark month, isn’t it? It feels like the sort of month you really have to chew through to get down – like that meal your mother in law makes that you’re too polite to leave untouched.
Old Tech, New Tech

The cigar world is much more global these days – as, we suppose, is everything else. That has both its benefits and its drawbacks. Thanks to the internet, to magazines, and to social media, anything remotely cigar-related is immediately beamed into our homes, our phones, onto our screens.