November 29, 2012
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How Does the Holiday Season Strike You?

The customer is always right! Right pumpkins? Oh, bollocks. Some of them are just as whiny, nasty and nutty as your bosses and co-workers. So why should you treat them any differently? A customer service person at Thomson…

November 26, 2012
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The Hog Town Blues

On the heels of the big blue team kicking Calgary’s hiney, Toronto kicks out the mayor. So although I am terrifically tempted to summon a spitty “Hey Calgary! PFFFttttt!” – they are the ones with the fabulous mayor while we’ve…

November 23, 2012
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Colour My World

I woke up this morning to find the world had gone monochrome, dahrlings. Black Friday. Grey Cup. The scary part is everyone is all keyed up about it. It’s like that horrible movie where a town lives in black & white…

November 21, 2012
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V Is For WestJet

Mild-mannered CEO by day, Gregg Saretsky announced that starting next year, WestJet’s regional “Encore” will free Canadians by slashing airfares 50%, growing markets 300% and leaping over tall buildings. Yes, Pumpkins, the Man of Teal “is out to liberate…

November 16, 2012
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Mo Mo No No's

Honestly, Pumpkins, have you seen what travel men are up to this month? They are on and on about their Mo’s. The poor dears just can’t bring themselves to use the proper word. It’s called a ‘prostate’, dahrlings. And there…

November 14, 2012
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Our Institutions Are Crumbling

Right on the heels of the CIA’s chief resigning and CNN going gang busters over potential security breaches – another institution crumbles, dahrlings. RBC’s Linton leaves. Coincidence? For 14 long years, RBC equaled Linton. And Linton equaled RBC. His shorts…

November 12, 2012
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Sometimes I Forget I'm Supposed To Remember

I know I should have spent yesterday in a more solemn way, dahrlings. But my entire extraction into dysfamily function is a war casualty. So I prefer to forget. Nonetheless, we must celebrate the brave and the selfless among us.…

November 07, 2012
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Too Bad, So Sad, You Lose

Nice try though. I do love a good battle, Pumpkins. The mudslinging. The rhetoric. It’s exhilarating to watch them dig into each other’s past affiliations – reputations flying like panties at a sorority sleep over. (They don’t really do…

November 02, 2012
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Natural Forces Are With Us

I think of myself as a unique force of nature, Pumpkins, and I don’t take kindly to anyone muscling in on my turf. Not funny Hodge. There’s only room for one Ivanna in this town. In other aberrations, since…

October 30, 2012
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I Smell The Blood Of An Englishman

  It’s that time of year, pumpkins. For ghouls, goblins and all manner of undead to rise up from whence they were banished and take up new positions in travel. I’ve been sussing out a rumour, dahrlings, that…