Never since flashing her jewels on New York’s Studio 54 dance floor in 1975, has Margaret Trudeau been happier. The fruit of her loom, little Justin, has been coronated as befits the son of liberal royalty.
She’s waited decades to finally be able to put a call in to Mick & Keith & Ronnie. I’m back!
And speaking of stones heavy-weights – it’s a wonder Bob Deluce manages to walk, let alone put on his pants. A ballsy launch of jets which have not been approved by the federal government, by the Toronto Port Authority nor by city council; full page ads in the Globe telling Toronto jets are good for the environment; and a furry raccoon already crawling around Vancouver and Nassau. (or is that Maggie?)
Either Bob knows the rubber stamp is already inked and he just wants to get the public on side, or he’s launched the most plucky lobby campaign travel has ever seen. And, as Maggie used to say, a little pluck goes a long way.
