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I received a note from a Pumpkin today, dahrlings. And one a few months ago. It’s a veritable deluge of fan mail! Truth be told, I also got a card about 10 years ago. I feel so wanted. I do.…
I received a note from a Pumpkin today, dahrlings. And one a few months ago. It’s a veritable deluge of fan mail! Truth be told, I also got a card about 10 years ago. I feel so wanted. I do.…
I’ve never thought of industry folks as the sang froid types, dahrlings. But you’re all exceedingly calm during what strikes me as a cliché in the making. ‘The perfect storm’ comes to mind (there’s probably more, but, at the end…
What on earth is going on with the way some heavily starred resorts are treating our unsuspecting sun seeking flabby white clients, Pumpkins? I am still recovering from a slap across the belly with a dead fish recently encountered at a…
People often describe me using ‘C’ words, Pumpkins. Years ago they were adjectives like comely, curvaceous and concupiscent, while today they tend to veer towards crusty, cranky and curmudgeonly. But I do have a soft side, dahrlings, and it’s not…
Apparently Clive Beddoe is stalking the halls of the WestJet campus lately, dahrlings. And just why shouldn’t he? It’s natural to gravitate to your old haunts. I drop by my rehab centre whenever I need a pick me up. Laughing…
As everyone knows, dahrlings, I’m not big on authority (unless the authority figure is big on me). But when flying through the air in a pressurized metal tube, I tend to pay attention. And not just because pilots are terminally…
There’s a brilliant trend out and about on the interweb this Christmas, Pumpkins. I’m receiving darling little holiday emails that go something like this: “A Warm Christmas Greeting To You & Yours. But, seriously, our product is fabulous, book something.”…
That silver fox, IATA’s Director General, Tony Tyler, is a hip cat, Pumpkins. Most men his age aren’t big on women riding the cockpit but he has made a public call for more airline women to be on top. Hear!…
“WHALE PENIS!” squealed the 2 Open Jaw ninnies during a celebratory Christmas pictionary game. (Yes. This is what we do as an extra special treat here at the Jaw, dahrlings. The imagination boggles at what festive diversions they engage in…