Take Them To The Gulag!
You know me, dahrlings, I give and I give and I give. But I’m only willing to take it on the chin so often, Pumpkins. Every time this little organization (and I use the term very loosely – it’s more…
You know me, dahrlings, I give and I give and I give. But I’m only willing to take it on the chin so often, Pumpkins. Every time this little organization (and I use the term very loosely – it’s more…
Jack Mannix has just announced his resignation from Ensemble “in order to spend more time with his family.” Good Lord. It’s a bloody epidemic. Everyone from politicians to business moguls are resigning to be with their families. Ice cream parlours…
Shazam! Those zany Zambians are on to something, my little zombies. Some crazy Lusaka travel cats have formed a Zambian “Pride Club” which – get this – “recognizes and rewards travel consultants in Zambia.” And it’s Kenya Airways’ idea. They…
Dear Pumpkins, It’s that time of year when Big Jaw Research compiles stats for the travel industry. As a travel person, you are duty bound to fill out the Census Bureau’s petite form questionnaire below. We’re not sure if you’ll…
Why hasn’t someone told the CTC how the tourism business really works? Since we were knee high to a green screen, every Pampered Pumpkin has known where tourism dollars come from. They grow on the magic Marketing Fund Tree. …
There’s a new cruising regulation, dahrlings. Sex on ships now has to be consensual. I have to say, I find that rather limiting. What if I’m not in a sensual mood? And who’s going to judge how sensual it has…
It’s stinkin’ hot in the east. And it’s all rather disgusting, dahrlings. Everyone is sticky. Shiny. And drippy. But not the good kind. I really don’t get that whole sticking it out in the kitchen thing. Like, it’s hot.…
Choice is really overrated, dahrlings. Calls for way too much heavy lifting. What if I make a mistake? Is green really my colour? Does Varadero’s sand sift more softly through my sandals than Cancun’s? Other than the fact that…
So, I’m driving around the airport for my scheduled meeting with Sir Branson and I’m stopped by a very attractive young cop who peers in through my window and yells: “Virgin?” Well…. as you can imagine, I was dumbfounded.…
Pity the men around you, dear Pumpkins. They are in travel – which, as we all know, means they are surrounded by women of a certain age. To assist in smooth business operations and avoid unnecessary emotional pitfalls…