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The Marvellous Belgian Beer Pipeline

By Nick Brunt Considering the international attention directed towards it in the past few months, the entrance of Bruges’ Halve Maan (Half Moon) Brewery is inconspicuous enough. Situated on a leafy square in the south of the city’s medieval centre, the only outward sign of its location is hardly imposing: only a modest placard marks

Why November is the Best Month

by Nick Brunt November is the month everybody loves to hate. According to its many detractors, November has no identity, no real holidays, and simply serves as a buffer between the more charismatic and noteworthy months of Halloween and Christmas. However, in my opinion, these people are objectively wrong. By delving deeper into this disparaged

Remembrance Day

by Nick Brunt The morning of November 11, 1918 began like any other in the trenches of the Great War. The long lines of sandbags and barbed wire, cut like wounds at the edges of the bare, earthen battlefields of Europe, lay quiet save for the distant sound of firing artillery. The previous four years,

The Search for the Origins of the Plumber (Terminated) Part III (OF III): The War to End All Wars and Also This Article Series

by Daniel Gelaf What evidence we’ve thus far uncovered about the peculiarly (but not exclusively) McGillian moniker “The Plumbers” has included determining an etymological origin (plumber’s bob, not plumber’s crack, although textual evidence shows that the two meanings ambiguously referenced in the nickname were almost immediately conflated and the true original denotation quickly forgotten) as

Grown Ups

by Frederick Chagnon “None of this makes any sense” Chanell kept thinking. Just a few hours ago, she was taking the bus home after yet another terrible party filled with drunk bros and casual racism. Now, she’s walking barefoot in a strange forest following an orange humanoid monkey calling itself Puck. “Where are we going

Mantra

by Frederick Chagnon It’s 1:37 a.m. The party around me is loud. Too loud for my taste. I feel the semi-regular beat in my chest, but I have no desire to dance. There are too many people for the size of the apartment. I didn’t want to go, but my roommates convinced me to come.

THE (TERMINATED) SEARCH FOR THE ORIGIN OF THE PLUMBER PART II (OF III): EARLY TEXTUAL EVIDENCE

by Daniel Gelaf In our last installment, our investigation made a few significant inroads into the meaning and possible origin of the quaint and curiously (mostly) McGill-specific nickname “The Plumbers” for the engineers. It was discovered that the term began as a moniker for the science students in toto, before narrowing in scope as the

Montreal’s Taxi Wars

by Nick Brunt On September 15th, hundreds of Montreal taxi drivers and owners participated in a coordinated protest against Uber, the increasingly popular smartphone-based rideshare service. Frustrated by the provincial government’s failure to take a stand against their upstart competitors, the protesters drove slowly as a convoy to the Trudeau Airport after gathering at the

Huey

by Frederick Chagnon It’s 1:37am. There’s a party in the apartment below. The semi-regular beat of the music is keeping awake. I hear them talking and laughing and generally having a great time. I hate them. I am laying down in the darkness of my room. The apartment is empty. My roommates left for a

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