What's annoying me today

This kind of insight into the life of a newly single middle aged man lost in the deepest snow hills of Canada needs its own thread.

I'm not sure that even Talkback is ready for that level of mundanity.

Oh I really am. I'm hoping to live vicariously through you for the next few years.

There might be some mileage in a black comedy sister act to the Gammon and Mince sitcom. I just can't come up with a title. Or a plot. Or anything yet.
Wine might help.

If the lead character attempts - and fails (with HILARIOUS results) - to go teetotal then Canada Dry perhaps?

I'll do my best but I can't promise that it will be all that exciting.

I already drink very little these days, so it wouldn't be much of a storyline. If I go away somewhere then I do still drink competitively on occasion, but I don't even keep beer and wine in the house these days.

Plot twist!

Which house? You Toronto batch pad is going to have be fully stocked even if you are not partaking

Ooh. I'm now thinking <Russ' surname - not going to say it in case he doesn't want it on here) Bar.
A free house in an open house. With a deliberately grumpy landlord. Thankfully I didn't watch Romesh's pub running sitcom or I might find it has been done already.

I have a selection of whiskeys that will be coming with me, but of course one of the advantages of living in a city is that you're never more than 5 minutes' walk from somewhere to buy booze.

I get up at 5:45 most mornings to go to the gym. I don't anticipate that changing, which means quaffing a six pack and a bottle of wine every night will remain a thing of the past.

Parklife!

I got my (then) girlfriend’s name up on the board at Shea Stadium for her birthday and she came within a whisker of missing as she picked that exact moment to go to the lav. Had to come up with the lamest excuse (since forgotten) to convince her to hang on a bit.

This is beaten by the time we went after we’d broken up but remained friends, and I very clearly remember them saying “it’s time for kiss cam!” and thinking“oh fuck, it’s going to pick us”. Like actually knowing in the core of my being it would be. And it did. We shared the chastest of chaste pecks on the cheek but were spared too many boos as they switched the shot to two fat blokes in another section and everyone started going “WOO!” again.

I had a further reply today from Forest regarding the tour.

Apparently if I had contacted them before the tour started they could have put me on another date. But as I contacted them after they couldn’t. Which sort of blows the theory of costing the club money by us taking up a couple spaces they could have sold.

So they are saying that as I contacted them not long after the tour started they won’t reschedule (that’s the earliest chance I had) but if I’d contacted them at say 3pm before the tour started at 4pm they would have rescheduled us.

So as I thought, simply don’t want to help at all rather than cannot.

I'll get the oil drum, you get the placards and biscuits.

It seems the only reasonable thing to do.