This weekend the missus and I went to the British Isles show, preceded by an evening chez Glacia enjoying drinks, brownies, conversation, and, of course, Corrie. This despite the fact that there was snow! In Toronto! We’re not making this up.
Despite this, we managed to get a streetcar, then a bus to the Queen Elizabeth building. There, we met up with some of the Corrie Canuck contributers and readers. We also sampled Irish sausages, which I need to eat more of. I also picked up a Dalek for my desk at work, as well as some fridge magnets. The missus helped herself to Curly Wurlies and Tayto crisps.
Somehow, despite my drunkeness I managed to win the annual pub quiz (and I have to say I’m rather fond of my Guinness playing cards).
We also recommend the exhibit on Charles Darwin.
On Monday, we spent a day trying to get a flight back. We don’t think we’d ever want to see Pearson ever again.