So I drive up to my corner CIBC – you know, to do banking things – and instead of my teller, is a man in a green apron. Now, I enjoy a man in an apron as much as any…
It has been whispered that I’m high-maintenance, Pumpkins, though I don’t know how anyone could get that impression. High-bred, yes. High-breasted, (with the right foundation garments), OK. High-strung? Perhaps, after all, that is a thoroughbred trait. But high-maintenance? You…
There is something hideously deviant going on in travel, Pumpkins. A lab in Asia is incubating live tourists. I got a press release about it! A company called the Future Laboratory is “breeding luxury travellers across Asia”. There obviously…
I have uncovered a government plot, Pumpkins, spinning around our country’s connection to the UNWTO. I know. You are probably saying to yourself “Huh? The UNWho?” Not too many folks give a minister’s spit about the UNWTO (It’s the…
The old expression – for every lid there’s a pot – was never more apt than when applied to the dinkettes. Both are married (contrary to rumours, not to each other). How those poor men ever got matched with those…
Apparently Bay Street money types are floating the idea of an airline. Really? How many times has a man’s manly man told me not to make “business” decisions based on “emotion” – holding up the word ‘business’ as the…
First of all, to you overly literate people out there – the “h” is there for emphaasis. As in, “Don’t you look simply mahvellous!” Go read some scintillating press releases if you don’t like my writing. On another note,…
There is nothing social about media, Pumpkins. Media is a science. A technology. And like any commercial exchange, it is best left in the capable hands of professionals. Social exchanges happen at cocktail parties. (Preferably in the pantry while the…
Lady book clubs from Boise to Kamloops are flushed over steamy Fifty Shades of Grey. On planes, look for the rosy cheeked women covering their book and ignoring the drink cart. Even travel conferences are a twitter with giddy…
Some days I feel like a chicken with my head cut off Pumpkins, and not a spring one either. I’m just back from endless conferencing dahrlings and find myself at a Vegas lunch and an evening event too! Love…
