US Airways calls it a mistake. Mistake my hoo-hah! I think some social media intern had enough of whiny pax complaints and just snapped, pressing the button on the Tweet heard round the world (and the twat seen round the…
We’ve seen our share of tour operators go down, eh, Pumpkins? But not before they’ve even gotten up! It’s sort of like falling horizontal. God knows when I find myself horizontal on the carpet, I know it’s time to pull…
I’m nothing if not patient, Pumpkins, but flying really yanks my thong. Anyone remember ‘checking in’? It used to mean you showed up at a counter where a person welcomed you, took your luggage, and gave you a boarding…
We always knew Robbie’d come back, didn’t we Pumpkins? Some men just have ITC travel in their packages. And it’s not like that can be cured with penicillin – no matter how many times you’ve jammed your cockpit into…
As we in travel know well, dahrlings, there’s inbound. And there’s outbound. One involves coming while the other exits. Sort of different, no? And, frankly Pumpkins, most people aren’t apt to confuse their ins and outs. So why…
Back when I still had hormones, dahrlings, I had spring surges. Ah yes, the pulsing desire to smell a flower and hear birds tweeting while bonking the gardener. I tell you what I have a pulsing urge for now,…
Beyoncé wants to ban bossy. But only for women. She’s putting her formidable whack behind the “Ban Bossy Pants” movement. I suppose I can see how someone who only appears in underwear wants others to join the pantless club. …
Not since global warming has man faced such a catastrophe, dahrlings. The URL’s are almost all gone. Used up. And I’m not talking just the good ones like ‘Dial-a-drink.alc’. With cave-dwelling, gonadal 12 year olds parking every possible letter combo,…
The CRTC is coming down hard on both Canadian porn channels, Pumpkins. The regulator is accusing them of not airing enough Canadian content. [You wonder about the dedicated examiners charged with uncovering this breach. Do they watch for a…
When Jean-Marc dumps you, dahrlings, it feels like your bottom’s fallen out. The last time, I was found on my stoop in a Fordian stupor after consuming 2 litres of diet coke, a case of anaemic Beaujolais Nouveau and a…
