As everyone knows, dahrlings, I’m not big on authority (unless the authority figure is big on me). But when flying through the air in a pressurized metal tube, I tend to pay attention. And not just because pilots are terminally…
There’s a brilliant trend out and about on the interweb this Christmas, Pumpkins. I’m receiving darling little holiday emails that go something like this: “A Warm Christmas Greeting To You & Yours. But, seriously, our product is fabulous, book something.”…
That silver fox, IATA’s Director General, Tony Tyler, is a hip cat, Pumpkins. Most men his age aren’t big on women riding the cockpit but he has made a public call for more airline women to be on top. Hear!…
“WHALE PENIS!” squealed the 2 Open Jaw ninnies during a celebratory Christmas pictionary game. (Yes. This is what we do as an extra special treat here at the Jaw, dahrlings. The imagination boggles at what festive diversions they engage in…
Someone sent me an email showing a frustrated looking Sikh saying “Hey, Dude! We’re the 7-11 guys, not the 9/11 guys!” That says it all, doesn’t it? We westerners really are such a dim lot when it comes to skin…
According to our American cousins at ASTA, WestJet has relocated to the U.K., Pumpkins. They reported it in their aptly named ‘SmartBrief’ and I quote “Low-cost British carrier WestJet will eliminate its seat-back entertainment systems for flights longer than three…
I awoke yesterday morning thinking that last martini grey goosed me into a time warp, Pumpkins. There was a Trudeau as Prime Minister and an exalted Mary Magdalene-esque wife at his side. Where the fakawi? No doubt the blessed couple will…
With the direction my chin has chosen, Pumpkins, I’m thinking of adding a niqab to my wardrobe. A hint of the mysterious is an asset – dance of the 7 veils and all that – especially when one’s assets are…
The business world has gone to hell in a cell phone, dahrlings. People are so distracted, dates, times, places have no meaning. I followed up with IATA yesterday on a deadline they’d given me for October 1st… and they said,…
So I put on my best rubber reinforced thong and make the rounds: a cocktailly product launch, a training academy, a few mix & mingles — and lo and behold, dahrlings, they are chock-a-block with travel agents. Like little Pumpkin…
