TIFF is over and Toronto is once again a wasteland. Star power is so stimulating.
Back when I started in travel, there were many leading men and women to look up to. Sitting on their lap, I learned about lift, open jaws and round the world. These were visionaries.
Now they’re all drunk, senile or consulting. And the young ones are too busy for me. (At least that’s what they say and I can’t run as fast as I used to). One lone maverick is still out there, dahrlings. The way he stands up to pesky shareholders is an inspiration. Those profit vultures know nothing about the hardships of travel. Jean-Marc “don’t mess with me” Eustache chews them up like a stale baguette. I’m weak at the thought…
I put the speaker on my bedside kitten phone and listened to the dulcet tones of the financial results call yesterday. When was the last time you heard a CEO tell analysts the truth? The cleaning lady thought I was having a seizure.
