Newfoundlanders, what are we? We're slobbering idiots, slack-jawed simpletons, rustic fish billies living in Dogpatch-on-the-rocks, lower than lower Slobovians, the laughing stock and 'white trash' of Canada.
— Ray Guy
I always had this feeling when writing about all politics... that when it's so lopsided, that if a newspaper or news organization has any weight whatsoever, it should automatically go to the other side.
I've written just about everything for the sake of putting shoes on the children's feet - and a bottle of gin in the cupboard.
Writing is like hitting yourself on the head with a hammer. It always feels good when you finish.
This satire business, that was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. I was certified funny. From then on, I had to be funny - people expected it. Twice the work for the same pay.
I still get a few dirty looks over the racks in the supermarket, but nobody kicks me in the shins on Water Street. I've made sort of a point, apart from being a social dud, not to fraternize with the people I write about.
The old attitude toward newspapers was that they were completely disposable - today's newspaper is tomorrow's fish wrap.
