The old expression – for every lid there’s a pot – was never more apt than when applied to the dinkettes. Both are married (contrary to rumours, not to each other). How those poor men ever got matched with those…
Apparently Bay Street money types are floating the idea of an airline. Really? How many times has a man’s manly man told me not to make “business” decisions based on “emotion” – holding up the word ‘business’ as the…
First of all, to you overly literate people out there – the “h” is there for emphaasis. As in, “Don’t you look simply mahvellous!” Go read some scintillating press releases if you don’t like my writing. On another note,…
There is nothing social about media, Pumpkins. Media is a science. A technology. And like any commercial exchange, it is best left in the capable hands of professionals. Social exchanges happen at cocktail parties. (Preferably in the pantry while the…
Lady book clubs from Boise to Kamloops are flushed over steamy Fifty Shades of Grey. On planes, look for the rosy cheeked women covering their book and ignoring the drink cart. Even travel conferences are a twitter with giddy…
Some days I feel like a chicken with my head cut off Pumpkins, and not a spring one either. I’m just back from endless conferencing dahrlings and find myself at a Vegas lunch and an evening event too! Love…
In the wake of our inaugural Travel Agent’s Day I’ve got a headache of New Year’s proportions dearest Pumpkins. Whew, wasn’t that a party? The festivities kicked off with repricing a client cruise for the 3rd time this month. God…
Does it bother you that I call you dahrlings, dahrlings? Not that I care, I just might find your response interesting. I ask because a very strange case was recently brought before a British employment tribunal, where a male…
Holy classroom, Pumpkins! I feel like a goose’s liver being fattened for fois gras (although my liver became a “barely hangin’ on-er” in the ‘60’s). Training is being packed down our gullets like saline into a Baywatch Barby’s bazookas. …
Mark your calendars, Pumpkins, because May 2nd is the very first annual Travel Agent’s Day! I can’t wait. Chocolates and flowers will be going down like men at a cheerleading convention. Dedicating the first Wednesday of May to travel…
