Tim Beresford is an actor and musician and writer.  He has two kids and one wife.  He enjoys a good laugh.’

When I first met Tim I couldn’t stand him. He wouldn’t shut up. There wasn’t an off button. That was over 20 years ago. Now he is one of my best friends, and according to Facebook, my stepfather. Go figure.

There many stories I could tell about Tim. How funny he is or how weird he could be or the time he pinned Eric Schwindt down by the elbows and dry humped him until Eric nearly urinated from laughter (we call this the ‘Timmy Air-Time affair’). But instead, I will tell you about one of the things Tim told me that I still hold dear to this day.

I was working as a winter guide in a log cabin in Algonquin Park. Tim at the time was still in university I think and he had written something (a story or poem, I’m not sure, it’s a bit foggy). This ‘thing’ was about love and here is the jist of it:

Real love just ‘is’. You can’t mould it or force it or bend it or make it something it is not. Love just ‘is’. Like a parent’s love of a child or the lightning strike of the forever kind between a man and a woman or a man and a man or a woman and a woman that exists eternally. A child can do horrible things and end up in jail for life and a distraught parent will still visit them, still see good in them, still wish them the best. A partner can sit beside the bed of a dying mate and still love them as they break down and exit this mortal coil. A pet lies beside the body of their human as a fireman kicks down the door because the neighbors have complained about a smell coming from the room. It’s magic. It’s tangible. It’s as real and  mystical as a God kick to the heart. It is everything and nothing at all.

Anyway, enough with this fancy shit. Here are Tim’s answers followed by some of my favourite Tim moments:

If you would give yourself a nickname what would it be

Bear.  I just think it makes sense given my name.  But I’m not bothered that anyone never put it together.  I’m completely fine.

If you could switch one body part with anyone else in the world living or dead, who and what would it be?

Gene Wilder’s hair.

In five words, describe your most uncomfortable dream.

Mom Dad Ottoman Cry Therapy

What is your favourite word?


What does that word smell like?


What is your spirit animal?


 If ghosts existed, would you want to meet one? If so, what would you ask it?

Yes.  Is there anything you would like to ask me?

 If you could share a bottle of alcohol with anyone who has ever existed, who would it be and what would you drink?

Scotch with George Gershwin

What would you rather have as a pet: A dragon, a unicorn Pegasus or Ezra Levant?

Though I know how much work a unicorn can be, the dragon and Levant are just too much of a liability.

Finally, if you could live your life over again with guaranteed success, what would you do?

Be an artist.

The last video was made by the lovely and talented Scott Kenneth McGovern.

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