I once aspired to Divature, Pumpkins, but fortunately I realized I want to live past 50. As Mama Gabbalot used to say, a great diva is a dead diva.
What drives great talent along the road to self-destruction? Take John Kirk. He had the gig of his life showcasing 32 different accents on TakeOffeh’s Travel Deal TV to the adulation of dozens. And before you know it, he nose dives into corner office on the Toronto Island in charge of launching a package holiday division for Porter. He may as well be smoking crack in a bathtub, poor fellow.
Duncan Bureau lived in the lap of the foothills – a shining beacon of Westjetness in Calgary. Then, in some crazed delirium of greatness, landed in Oakville. How the mighty do fall. Whyyy?
Mexico’s hot Tourism Minister, Gloria Guevara, was on top of her game until last Friday. The once gifted woman told B.C. tourists that they have a better chance of being shot in the U.S. than in Mexico. Gloria, I had such hopes for you, dahrling. In one power intoxicated statement, you managed to not only ensure Canadians stay away from any place where they can be shot -- whatever the percentages – you simultaneously slighted the world’s most powerful nation, whose inhabitants are already plenty weary of travelling Mexico. Now that’s a class A bungle worthy of the most sophisticated diva.
