Dear Fellow Zoomerati, In the name of god in heaven, please stop! Ok, now that I’ve got that off my chest, it’s been an absolute donkey’s age since we’ve nominated anyone for a coveted Open Jaw Insert Foot Award! And I…
Let’s face it, dahrlings, who is the most important person in your life, besides your neighbourhood organic, fair trade, bud supplier? Who is the one you tell your deepest secrets to? Share your longings with? Divulge your vulnerabilities to? (Yes,…
10 years ago someone had the brilliant idea of celebrating you! As you know, I’ll take any excuse for a party. But goodness, if anyone deserves recognition it’s folks who have the cojones to send people jetting around the world,…
Dahrling Pumpkins, I am thrilled to bitsies to know that I win!! I win!! The most beloved source of nonsensical sexual travel innuendo (it’s a category I made up all by myself) is….. MOI!!!! And trust me, dahrlings, the research…
Dahrlings, if there’s one thing in the entire world that makes me gag even more than say, kale, it’s pastels. Colours (and i use the word lightly) that look like a diabetic attack waiting to pounce. And Easter is the…
Whew, Pumpkins! That was some dream I had. It’s almost too horrific to share. But here goes… I dreamt the whole world was caught in the clutches of an evil – yet stable – genius who’d unleashed some kind of…
Dear Dahrlings, I’m not panicking, Pumpkins. No. I’m simply doing what any rational person would do when faced with the end of the world. Booked myself into a 6 star resort in the Maldives. I’m staying here until it’s all over…
More Ivanna Ivanna Gabbalot Columnist Part legend, part myth, all woman: Ivanna Gabbalot is OJ’s gossip columnist and considers herself the industry’s conscience. Equally annoying to Open Jaw management and inflated egos in C-suites everywhere, Ivanna touches topics others fear…
Have you ever been a persona non-grata, dahrlings? I thought it meant i was ungrateful. And since that shoe fits, i uploaded a ‘gratefulness’ app to my phone. Then I thought it was some kind of Italian cheese. “Would madam…
Dear dahrlings, I don’t think Elizabeth Barrett Browning had the Canadian travel industry in mind when she asked “How do I love thee?” But I’m not too proud to mangle just about anyone’s prose to make a point. So let…
