Tag Archives: Ned Hickson

Silent Sunday: Beware The Eye Of Sauron… I Mean Hickson.

Posted on 2016/04/24 by The Hook

I’ve had a bizarre week on social media. Even for me. Without going into mind-numbing detail, this week I was:  Convinced to censor myself on Twitter.  Ashamed that I was foolish enough to let another writer convince me to censor … Continue reading →

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Be A Lamb, Will You, And Read This?

Posted on 2015/09/17 by The Hook

My Dear Friends – And Ned Hickson:  I am in need of literary guinea pigs. Guess who gets the job? Let me know what you think of this small sample of my next book, which by the way, I will … Continue reading →

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Never Mind The Zohan, Don’t Mess With The Hook.

Posted on 2015/08/08 by The Hook

I am a walking study in contradiction, friends. In my “civilian guise” as Robert Hookey, I’m a fairly mild-mannered Canadian lad. The wife assumes control if we encounter hostile individuals while out and about, and I am more than happy … Continue reading →

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Ned Hickson: Grower of ‘staches, Blogger… Actor?

Posted on 2015/06/30 by The Hook

Listen, and understand! The Nedinator is out there! It can’t be bargained with. (Except with bacon.) It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. (But if it stubs it’s toe in the middle of the … Continue reading →

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It’s Monday! (Which is my only excuse for this post.)

Posted on 2015/06/01 by The Hook

So it’s Monday. Let’s allow that to sink in, shall we? Everyone good? Then we’ll begin. Yesterday was a particularly brutal check-out rush. Like, Game of Thrones brutal. Okay, so no one was skinned alive or murdered during a wedding … Continue reading →

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High Praise For The Hook From An Unlikely Source.

Posted on 2015/04/15 by The Hook

It’s been a pretty typical day here in the Niagara Falls hospitality salt mines; plenty of over-caffeinated corporate drones,  rugrats hopped-up on Red Bull, mentally exhausted parents, well-meaning, but confused foreigners and hookers to deal with. And Santa Claus, of … Continue reading →

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Once More Into The Breach…

Posted on 2015/04/05 by The Hook

All right, I’m back. At work, I mean. It feels strange to state, but life must go on. And so I’m back amongst the hookers, corporate drones, hardcore gamblers, sweet old ladies that smell like cheese and dead flowers, hockey … Continue reading →

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31 Things I’d Rather Do Than Serve A Hockey Family.

Posted on 2014/11/09 by The Hook

BEFORE WE BEGIN:  To be perfectly clear, as a bellman, I have no qualms about serving, well, anyone. However, there is a small percentage of parents whose children play the great Canadian sport of hockey that make my skin crawl … Continue reading →

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This is What Happens When You Pick Up The Phone On Your “Day Off”…

Posted on 2014/10/22 by The Hook

This has been my morning so far… 1)  I read the following headline from our favorite jurnalist, Ned Hickson: This Just In… and snickered like a little girl, I mean, boy. 2)  Encountered a hooker who really wasn’t a hooker … Continue reading →

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“Follow my advice, pal, don’t knock up a stripper! She’ll give you a less-than-perfect kid!”

Posted on 2014/09/21 by The Hook

8:00 am: This is my first Sunday back in the trenches, kids, and so far the travelers are trickling out rather than flowing like a river of tourism madness. Believe it or not, I’d rather have the deluge.  The Niagara … Continue reading →

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