My lexicon is not fertile enough to aptly expose to you, dear Pumpkins, the depth of repugnance I feel for a certain travel person (I’d love to know how many readers just marked their laundry). The kind of person who signs deals on behalf of his -- no, wait… that was last week. Right - this week we are talking about a scumbag who launches a shell website purporting to sell cheap flights to Britain and then buggers off with whatever money was collected. So much easier than flying people around, really.
The phone number for BritFlights.com is no longer in service. The website is down.
No one has been able to positively prove that Hugh Boyle was behind BritFlights – but his smell was all over that fetid affair. The cockroach probably scampered back to the U.K. until next spring when he can feed off our appetite for cheap air once again. Phtoo!
Oh my god, did that feel good. You really ought to try writing from your heart like this, dahrlings. I should weigh myself. Or maybe I should have a drink. I did work up quite the thirst.
