You’re not just imagining it. You really are glummer these days.
Mike Strobel, Toronto Sun
Mike Strobel is a general columnist for the Toronto Sun and a veteran newspaper writer and editor. But the loftiest gig of his press career may have been his first, paper boy for Parliament Hill, a job that paid for a near-degree in journalism from Carleton University. Born on a tobacco farm near Tillsonburg, Ont., Strobel has lived mostly in the east end of Toronto, especially Scarborough. You need a rugged sense of humour to survive in that suburb of ill-repute, which is why comic actor Mike "Austin Powers" Myers, for instance, is the way he is. Strobel has since fled downtown, fending off panhandlers, geeks and poodles in designer sweaters. This has not slowed his output of at least four columns a week in the up-front news pages of the Sun, efforts which have won a dozen newspaper awards and millions of hits on the Sun's Website. Strobel's columns are an offbeat look at life on the streets and in the living rooms of Toronto and beyond. Mostly they make you laugh, but sometimes they make you rage and sometimes they make you cry. They offer skewed wisdom on the likes of love, weight loss and male enhancement. They cover City Hall, Hollywood and hockey, scammers, panhandlers and swingers. In the 1980s and 90s, after starting at the Ottawa Journal, Strobel was managing editor or editor-in-chief of the Sun papers in Calgary and Toronto, before coming to his senses and returning to writing in 2001. A collection of columns, Bad Girls - And Other Perils, was published in December 2010.
Mike Strobel Tweets
If you suffer from a fear of phobias, these are trying times.
A makeup artist at Global News laid it bare the other morning while applying anti-glare goop.
Two titanic statesmen meet Monday in Washington. Much is at stake.
Snooty Brits — at least 1.6 million of them — are trying to block Donald Trump from meeting the Queen.
Dear millennials: Please accept our humblest apologies. I had no idea things were this bad.
My Kremlin source, Deep Borscht, confirms what we all knew:
The drama classes are paying off again for Justin Trudeau. He stars in a new ad campaign aimed at American tourists.
By now, God willing, Rob Ford has arrived at the Pearly Gates. If not for the price of admission, I bet you’d love to be there to watch.
Heritage Minister Melanie Joly has been making the rounds to hype plans for Canada’s 150th birthday.
Hockey gets ugly sometimes.
Grunts, growls, groans, sobs, yips and yowls are far more powerful than speech, a McGill University study reports this week.
So America’s version of Rob Ford, Donald Trump, has finally thrown his hair in the ring.
A bell rang when I laid eyes on the new logo for Canada’s looming 150th birthday bash.
It's true what you've heard about camels.
They say "jinns" haunt every teeming alley and nook of Marrakech, from Jemaa el-Fnaa square to the royal palace.
Helmets likely have saved lives, but they’ve hurt hockey.
The Second War War was fought on many far-flung fronts, but one is much closer than you’d think.
Shakespeare is writing it, surely.
Dear Gary: What’s keeping you? Love, Toronto hockey fans.