November 19, 2010
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Go Ahead, Touch My Junk!

Dahrlings, is it me? Or has the whole world gone flip floppy? In all my encounters with the male member, I have never met one that didn’t want to be touched. Personally, I think men are afraid it will run…

November 16, 2010
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In Yo' Face

I’m not really into the Book Of Faces, Pumpkins. I’m more of a little black book user: if you ain’t in it, you ain’t my friend. Unfortunately, Facebook is not only here to stay – it wants to supplant Google…

November 12, 2010
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This Commentary Is Spam Free

What would Thomas Cook shareholders have to say if Sunquest management held a multi-million dollar sales meeting – and a few months later did it all over again because they missed a few agenda items. Friisdahl fricassee would be on…

November 10, 2010
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Overheard At A Call Centre

You know how a telephone conversation with a call centre “will be monitored for quality purposes” – well some of you, dear Pumpkins, are sadly lacking in the quality department. Here is some of what was recorded recently at…

November 05, 2010
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Show Me The Money

Some wacko old people out east are giving away their lottery winnings to charity. Hey! Over here! Travel should be a charity. Most of us are unpaid volunteers so may as well make it official. The airlines, on…

November 03, 2010
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What About A Martini Party?

If I were as mad as Americans are purported to be – I sure wouldn’t be electing a couple of prissy teetotallers. I’d find myself a couple of bourbon sucking pugilistic mugs and launch the Jack Daniels Party. Honestly, Pumpkins,…

October 29, 2010
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Resurrecting The 'C' Word

Is it just me, Pumpkins, or are you seeing a crack in the well sealed commission coffin? Forgotten and buried for over a decade, it looks like the idea of paying travel agents is not completely dead. Although it…

October 27, 2010
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Whither The Weather Bomb?

If you so much as think the ‘B’ word at an airport, you’re handcuffed, gagged, and strip searched. And I’m not talking about the good kind. So how is it, dear Pumpkins, that these jihadi meteorologist terrorists are allowed to…

October 22, 2010
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Do We Need To Talk About The Monster In The Room?

My dear Pumpkins, in difficult times such as these, I feel we need to turn to one another for comfort. Do you feel the tug? Ever since Russ spilled out onto my front page, I find myself checking the…

October 19, 2010
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This Land Is Your Land

Well, Pumpkins, we got ourselves a Muslim mayor in Calgary, a prevert in Belleville and a new air carrier in Halifax. Seems to me the West wins hands down in the common sense department. If that conservative gas well can…