My girlfriend Paula Christison had been over, and we’d been studying, then watching something on the little black and white TV we had. My Carleton roommate, Lee G. Hill, was there too. Lee and I had been great friends in Calgary. In junior high, we’d started a couple fanzines with Beatles-centric themes. In our shared room on Second Russell, we had a couple John Lennon posters up amongst the punk rock stuff.

Paula left for her place downtown, so Lee and I were studying when the phone rang. It was Paula. “John Lennon’s been shot, babe,” she said. “It’s on the radio.”

His assassination, on December 8, 1980, was of course a terrible tragedy – and so, to me, was the fact that his last album (before the inevitable avalanche of ham-fisted compilations and retrospectives) was a piece of self-indulgent, saccharine shite like Double Fantasy.

Generally, he always needed Paul as an editor, and vice-versa. But his best album – and one of the best albums of all time, in my view – was Plastic Ono Band. It was like him: it was stark, and raw, and different, and deeply, deeply personal. Some say the LP was the product of his dalliance with primal scream therapy, or his response to the (necessary, and overdue) collapse of the Beatles. To me, it was instead an actual piece of art and great rock’n’roll, improbably found under the same piece of shrink wrap. Like listening to someone’s soul, without having received an invite to do so.  You should listen to it today.

The next morning, exams weren’t cancelled, though it felt to me like they should have been. When I walked into Carleton’s gym, there was a guy sitting there, already wearing a John Lennon T-shirt. I wanted to punch him. Instead, I just took my seat and wrote the stupid exam.

Forty five years. I can’t believe he’s been gone that long; I can’t believe I’m way older than he ever got a chance to be. It sucks.

Here’s my favourite picture of him, the one I used to use on posters I’d make up for Hot Nasties shows.  I liked it because he looked like a punk. That’s Stu in the background, I think.  Also long gone.

We miss you, John.  Hardly knew you.

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Fourteen reasons why we need to stop violence against women.

• Geneviève Bergeron (born 1968), civil engineering student

• Hélène Colgan (born 1966), mechanical engineering student

• Nathalie Croteau (born 1966), mechanical engineering student

• Barbara Daigneault (born 1967), mechanical engineering student

• Anne-Marie Edward (born 1968), chemical engineering student

• Maud Haviernick (born 1960), materials engineering student

• Maryse Laganière (born 1964), budget clerk in the École Polytechnique’s finance department

• Maryse Leclair (born 1966), materials engineering student

• Anne-Marie Lemay (born 1967), mechanical engineering student

• Sonia Pelletier (born 1961), mechanical engineering student

• Michèle Richard (born 1968), materials engineering student

• Annie St-Arneault (born 1966), mechanical engineering student

• Annie Turcotte (born 1969), materials engineering student

• Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz (born 1958), nursing student

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LONDON – This city’s subway system – the Underground or the Tube, they variously call it – is simply enormous. Millions of people use it every day.

In all, it is 250 miles in length – ten times the length of the City of Toronto, essentially, from East to West. It serves nearly 300 stations, across more than a dozen lines – while Toronto has four, connecting with just 75 or so stations.

London’s underground dwarfs Toronto’s subway system. Depending on how you measure it, it is 400 to 500 per cent bigger.

And in all of 2025, so far, for every million rides taken on London’s Underground? There were just 20.7 crimes committed. The majority of them are thefts and “anti-social behaviour.”

Toronto? Between 2016 and 2024, the number of crimes happening on Toronto’s transit system – serious crimes, like attempted murders and extreme violence and sexual assaults – surged by more than 160 per cent. In Toronto, a person is taken into custody under the Mental Health Act once every four times a TTC constable reports to work to patrol the subway, a July Toronto Sun analysis found.

As our Justin Holmes reported on 1,150 incidents in just a few months in 2020: “[The events in the TTC database include] petty crime and individual instances of aggravated assault, attempted murder, robbery.”

Added Holmes: “At St. George Station on Dec. 14, 2023, a person was said to have been apprehended three times under the Mental Health Act in a span of 24 hours, twice by TTC constables and once by Toronto cops. Meanwhile, on April 18 at Dundas Station, a person was seen smoking a cigarette in the tunnel. ‘Victim mentioned being suicidal and the hospital keeps releasing them,’ the entry says.”

In multiple cases, Holmes noted, there are repeated references to narcotics use – and several entries “contain the words ‘urine’ or ‘urinate,’” he wrote. The crimes happened at every single Toronto subway station. Since the pandemic, too, the crime numbers in Toronto have gotten dramatically worse.

Toronto councillor Brad Bradford – who, full disclosure, this writer will be supporting if he is on next year’s mayoral ballot – is one of the few municipal politicians addressing the issue. “Transit safety is a major issue in Toronto,” says Bradford. “Riders deserve real protection — and enforcement that will actually keep them safe.”

Toronto is not alone. Transit-related violent crime has exploded across Canada. Between 2015 and 2024, violent crime has nearly tripled in Winnipeg, and more than doubled in Edmonton, Montreal, Kitchener-Waterloo and Toronto.

So how does London do it? How can a system that dwarfs any transit system in Canada do so much better?

If one uses the Underground, as this writer has many times in the past few days, some of the reasons become evident. For starters, the London Underground has an extensive closed-circuit television system – there seems to be hardly an inch of public space that is not monitored.

In addition, Transport for London and the British Transport Police are seen virtually everywhere, as are regular transit staff – and commuter-assistance “help points,” some 500 of them, are found throughout the Underground. Travellers need only push a button to get connected instantly to a staff person or a central control room.

There are crowd-management people at busy times. There are anti-suicide measures in effect everywhere. And, throughout the day, commuters are urged to report any suspicious activity, ranging from petty crime to terrorism. “See it, say it, sort it,” announcers chime on public address systems, while providing a text number to do so.

And, across British capital’s system, that is what one sees, everywhere: people connected to the Internet on their devices. Some still are old-fashioned, and read books, but most are online – which likely serves to deter plenty of would-be criminals.

“The biggest crime here is phone thefts,” says one former Calgarian who has lived in London for years. “Mainly teenagers.”

Toronto and other cities have many of the anti-crime measures described above. So why does London do so much better, by virtually every measure?

Throughout London’s Underground, visitors are struck by how courteous and efficient the whole system seems to be: there’s tended plants at the Embankment at High Street Kensington Station, requests that travels “please” hold hand rails and stay to the right on escalators, announcers apologizing for the rain causing some surfaces to be slippery, and signage politely cautioning against staff abuse, sexual harassment and hate crimes – all “have consequences,” the signs note.

And the people using London’s Underground seem to be uniformly…decent. Few pan-handlers, for example, are to be seen – and, when they were present outside a Tube entrance, someone was talking to them to offer them something to eat or simply say “good luck.”

London’s transit system is better than our systems in Canada because everyone here has seemingly made a decision to treat everyone else with this:

Civility.

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Painted a bit I saw on our walk at Hyde Park today. Gouache. I like it.

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