Ian
McFarlane

Greetings, mortals and mid-level managers! Elrondo Sparklebeard here, Supreme Spokeself of the ELF (Elfin Lyrical Federation, for those not in the know), and I come bearing tidings of great joy—and a few gentle warnings—about that most hallowed of holiday traditions: the Christmas office karaoke party. Now, before you warm up your vocal cords and reach for the nearest microphone (or, if you’re in IT, the nearest empty coffee mug), let’s discuss the unspoken rules of festive s

Ah, the holiday season is approaching, and as Elrondo Sparklebeard, your friendly neighborhood spokeself of the ELF, I find it imperative...

Greetings, festive mortals, sugar fiends, and those who think “elf sighting” is a legitimate excuse for missing work on Boxing Day. I am...

Greetings, mortals, biscuit hoarders, and those who still think “pointy ears” is a medical condition. I am Elrondo Sparklebeard, Supreme...

Greetings, wrinkle-fearing mortals, collagen crusaders, and seekers of the ever-elusive Fountain of Youth! It is I, Elrondo Sparklebeard,...

Greetings, mortals, mischief-makers, and those who think a “balanced diet” means a biscuit in each hand. I am Elrondo Sparklebeard,...

Let’s set the scene: a windswept beach, a sock-clad hero cradled in the arms of a bespectacled wizard, and me—Elrondo...

Let’s get one thing straight: elves and biscuits go together like wizards and pointy hats, or politicians and plausible deniability. It’s...