Nana Gabbalot (try saying that 5 times after a couple of cocktails) used to always rant: “I’m not crazy, the world is crazy!” Of course the old battle axe was nuttier than a fruitcake, but she did have a…
I didn’t see President Obama at the Thomas Cook Canada launch the other night in Toronto. I may have missed him though, because of the milling throngs of extinct travel agents being wooed at row after row of travel supplier…
I remember Uncle Gustav coming home for dinner at 5:45pm sharp. He was one of dozens of men spilling out of the 105 bus at the exact same time. Today, suppliers in travel don’t even know which city they’re…
Mobs running around with bricks and setting buildings on fire may sound like a riot, but honestly Pumpkins, the whole French revolution thing has been so done. I mean nowadays you can get bread almost anywhere, I’m sure most homes…
I gave you the best of me, dahrling. My best advice. My best liquor. My best coverage. And look what happens. You hand me over to an old white guy in it for a quickie. Under the circumstances, I…
PATA wants a better business model. Well, who can blame them. (I actually wasn’t aware they ever had one). Asia Pacific is booming and just about any model will fill the till. Like catching schnitzel in a bezcka, Ivan used…
The niggardly masses across the pond are driving this industry into the ground. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – the UK is a soggy albatross around our provincial necks. Talk about pound-foolish – and here…
Oh my! I haven’t felt this slippery since the Vaseline-a-thon at the Sigma Chi Kappa’s house warmer. Those boys sure knew their way around petroleum jelly. But I digress, it’s hot Pumpkins. And there’s nothing more primal than a heat…
The thing of it is, dahrlings, there is no money in ITC. I know — I’ll probably be ex-inclusived for such heresy. The foundations of our business are built on the holy sun charter – careers cultivated — companies grown…
That poor dear Ottawatonian – stranded on an AC plane unable to communicate – flapping about like a baby seal in search of his mother – mouthing through parched lips that he needs his 7-Up. The Anglo flight attendant…
