I gave you the best of me, dahrling. My best advice. My best liquor. My best coverage. And look what happens. You hand me over to an old white guy in it for a quickie. Under the circumstances, I…
PATA wants a better business model. Well, who can blame them. (I actually wasn’t aware they ever had one). Asia Pacific is booming and just about any model will fill the till. Like catching schnitzel in a bezcka, Ivan used…
The niggardly masses across the pond are driving this industry into the ground. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – the UK is a soggy albatross around our provincial necks. Talk about pound-foolish – and here…
Oh my! I haven’t felt this slippery since the Vaseline-a-thon at the Sigma Chi Kappa’s house warmer. Those boys sure knew their way around petroleum jelly. But I digress, it’s hot Pumpkins. And there’s nothing more primal than a heat…
The thing of it is, dahrlings, there is no money in ITC. I know — I’ll probably be ex-inclusived for such heresy. The foundations of our business are built on the holy sun charter – careers cultivated — companies grown…
That poor dear Ottawatonian – stranded on an AC plane unable to communicate – flapping about like a baby seal in search of his mother – mouthing through parched lips that he needs his 7-Up. The Anglo flight attendant…
As my Great Aunt Flossy used to say, “You can poke around my orifices, but don’t be touching my hair.” Her beehive was a marvel to behold, Pumpkins. It’s a bloody good thing she isn’t here to see how a…
Dahrlings, today’s hot flash is that an alert has been floated to the airlines. The TSA has apparently raised the red flag for all U.S. bound flights. There’s speculation it’s about explosive devices. Somewhere. I know. It’s a rather…
Talk to me, dahrlings. Are you part of a chain, consortium or other compendium of complicity? Perhaps you’ve just returned from the annual pump up and are all mojo’d for the upcoming season. Awesome. I ask because I’ve caught…
I’m not so sure how I feel about the whole Will & Kate thing, Pumpkins. There’s really nothing regal about a pair of twenty somethings who barely jumped out from under a chicken’s tail. I’m thinking I’ll forego the curtsy…
