James Fell | Author and sweary historian

What a Long Strange Trip It’s Been is the name of a compilation album by the Grateful Dead released a dozen years after the band formed. It’s been twelve years since I began writing, and while it’s definitely been less psychedelic than Jerry Garcia’s...

Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo. It’s on Taco Tuesday. That would be exciting except for the fucking ‘rona.
We alabaster-ass motherfuckers have ancestors who invaded half the world in search of spices, yet still can’t be bothered to use them. Case in point: this fucking recipe. I know you’re stuck at home, but step away from the Old El Paso kit, because this...

I’ve lived in Canada for all of my almost 52 years, and I grew up around guns in northern British Columbia, my dad was an avid hunter and still gets the odd deer. I like guns. They’re both fun and useful. When you’re spending all summer in the middle...

I’ve written several dozen articles, and two books, examining the science of finding the motivation to exercise. So what happened to my passion for physical activity? It evaporated into thin, potentially contagious air.
I don’t even have to go anywhere. I have an awesome home gym. In additional to all the weights and the fancy treadmill, it contains a righteous stereo with a pair of T-Rex-sized speakers that could launch my neighbor’s incessantly barking beagle into...