We’re covered in snow and it’s not funny. As I told the over-eager Chihuahua hounding me at closing time last night: “Too little. Too late.” Now beat it. If only it were that easy to get the ice off my…
Not that I haven’t been known to stretch the truth, dahrlings. Spin some wool. Rattle a tale. And maybe that 5 star hotel I sold you didn’t have the very best view in Paris. And perhaps that isn’t, strictly speaking,…
Holy safety harness, Pumpkins, there is some serious cash being floated in cruising. I think the people running the biz got hold of Trump’s ad budget and decided to put it to better use. It was recently discovered that Kevin…
It’s international women’s day, Pumpkins, and I’ve been asking myself if I know any international women — besides Kim Catrall, of course. To think that Justin Trudeau’s mother went on to become that beacon of lust in Sex in The…
I received a note from a Pumpkin today, dahrlings. And one a few months ago. It’s a veritable deluge of fan mail! Truth be told, I also got a card about 10 years ago. I feel so wanted. I do.…
I’ve never thought of industry folks as the sang froid types, dahrlings. But you’re all exceedingly calm during what strikes me as a cliché in the making. ‘The perfect storm’ comes to mind (there’s probably more, but, at the end…
What on earth is going on with the way some heavily starred resorts are treating our unsuspecting sun seeking flabby white clients, Pumpkins? I am still recovering from a slap across the belly with a dead fish recently encountered at a…
People often describe me using ‘C’ words, Pumpkins. Years ago they were adjectives like comely, curvaceous and concupiscent, while today they tend to veer towards crusty, cranky and curmudgeonly. But I do have a soft side, dahrlings, and it’s not…
Apparently Clive Beddoe is stalking the halls of the WestJet campus lately, dahrlings. And just why shouldn’t he? It’s natural to gravitate to your old haunts. I drop by my rehab centre whenever I need a pick me up. Laughing…
