I know I should have spent yesterday in a more solemn way, dahrlings. But my entire extraction into dysfamily function is a war casualty. So I prefer to forget. Nonetheless, we must celebrate the brave and the selfless among us.…
Nice try though. I do love a good battle, Pumpkins. The mudslinging. The rhetoric. It’s exhilarating to watch them dig into each other’s past affiliations – reputations flying like panties at a sorority sleep over. (They don’t really do…
I think of myself as a unique force of nature, Pumpkins, and I don’t take kindly to anyone muscling in on my turf. Not funny Hodge. There’s only room for one Ivanna in this town. In other aberrations, since…
It’s that time of year, pumpkins. For ghouls, goblins and all manner of undead to rise up from whence they were banished and take up new positions in travel. I’ve been sussing out a rumour, dahrlings, that…
Well I have heard of high grade perversion, dahrlings, but this next item puts Christian Grey to shame. Tripcentral.ca President Richard Vanderlubbe commissioned an Ipsos Reid poll to get full disclosure on the sex acts of 1,013 Canadian women…
To GDS, or not to GDS. That is the question. To borrow from Romney’s colourful debating, when it comes to the GDS, Pumpkins, the airlines are like a bunch of bindered women. They are tied up in legacies -…
Those Hunter boys sure aren’t gun-shy, are they Pumpkins? The men who brought the packaged vacation to Bagotville (departures dahrlings, not arrivals) are fast becoming a tour de force in the resort biz. To use a golf analogy, these…
Spare a thought for the suppliers dahrlings, for they have many miles to travel before they sleep. The ragged road warriors who promote their products to Pumpkins are in overdrive this time of year, launching, training, conferencing, presenting, awarding and…
I will admit I did not see Encore coming. WesJet’s naming of the regional by employees could have been a disaster. (It’s a wonder it didn’t end up being called Tweetums or Captain Underpants.) Encore is a sensible, if slightly…
“It takes all kinds,” Mama Gabbalot always said. A good thing too Pumpkins, because her daughter (aka moi) has never been what most people would call normal. In fact, my French teacher frequently referred to me as “bébête.” I thought…
