I can’t turn on the radio or open a newspaper without being besieged by the very latest travel innovation: a travel agent. From CNN, to Forbes, to Oprah, the media darlings du jour are… you!
Last time I was at a T.O. soiree, one of the press handlers pushed me aside to grab a photo of the agent behind me. And when the bartender heard me say that I no longer sell travel, I had to promise him “favours” just to get a drink! (He forced me to bare my most valuable asset: my private t.a. list. I feel so cheap).
But fame is a fickle mistress, Pumpkins. One day you’re on top of the bar, people throwing 20’s at you. And the next, they’re throwing you out of it. These numb nuts think they’ve discovered something, dahrlings. Don’t let on we’ve been around since Noah’s deluge cruise sold out.
