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It's 2006. I'm working at Esquire, assigned to write about George Clooney. He invites me to his house. Now, understand something: Celebrities never invite you to their house. Except for

I have had some shaky times in my life. Some of them were my fault; some of them were accidents; some of them happened to me, like I was a

I didn’t really get to know my grandfather—my mum’s dad, Fred. He died when I was young, and because we emigrated from the UK to Canada when I was even

It’s 2006. Esquire had just named its Best Bar in America: Nye’s Polonaise Room (RIP) in Minneapolis. I was asked to spend three days at Nye’s, drinking from open till

Some followers and all of my friends know the story of my arrival at Esquire, but I wish to share it today, because it makes me happy. It’s a story

So get this nightmare scenario I've set up: Tomorrow I have several hours of very important ZOOM meetings. I also have to begin my cleanout for a colonoscopy booked for

April, 2000. I am excited to start my first season as the Blue Jays beat writer for the National Post. I love baseball, and I have a scar on my

Bake King made this pan from aluminum in the USA. It is about 16 inches long and 11 inches wide—model no. H843. My mum believes she bought it from Zellers,

I want to say I was 16, maybe. My family went to Florida. I was—and still am—a passionate SCUBA diver. The water is the only place I feel graceful. I

Writing for Esquire was such a great job, nobody ever left. When I arrived in 2002 at 28, I was the youngest writer there. When I left in 2016, I

A short story about this picture: These boys are from Saibi High School in Matsuyama, Japan. They had played away, and one of them had left a bento box on

In 1984, my family embarked on an epic road trip across America. My parents, my brother, my sister, and me—and my brother’s best friend for good measure—in a Country Squire