That Frisky Fabrizio Richard Vanderlubbe has learned something we Jaw-boners have known for a while now. No one cares about industry regulations, agency associations or why airlines and tour ops don’t want to show agents and consumers the total price…
We keep hearing that Brand USA is about to launch its big fat American tourism campaign. (If you have to explain that it’s a brand, you might want to consider a new ad agency… just a thought.) So I had…
The more I experience this so-called business, Pumpkins, the louder I want to shout, “My implants for some logic!!” Take the sun suppliers. They’re heavily into trafficking beds for bodies. Shipping out thousands of frozen head of Canadian grade…
I do enjoy the old “I am what I am” comeback, Pumpkins. It’s a little lame, but very useful when caught with your pants down. My exes would wail, “It can’t be helped, Ivanna! You know what I am!” Poor…
Apparently, dear Pumpkins, there is a flush of high flying thigh stroking occurring and it’s getting out of hand. Flight attendants are cracking down on ‘accidental’ buttock brushing by passengers. Courts in Singapore are behind the clamp down to…
Just when ACTA cashes in a promotional deal with Regent, the cruise line reveals they no longer pay commissions on the whole fare. Talk about your sticky wicket, Pumpkins. On September 12th, Regent’s Senior Vice-President, Randall Soy, told ACTA,…
TIFF is over and Toronto is once again a wasteland. Star power is so stimulating. Back when I started in travel, there were many leading men and women to look up to. Sitting on their lap, I learned about…
And I’m not referring to Toronto Mayor Ford’s lunch bag – No Pumpkins, I’m talking about plane loads. Is there a Canadian carrier not reporting a record one for months now? And they seem very pleased with themselves about…
Trust me, dahrlings, never say that in a bar. I bellowed something along those lines during conference happy hour, and some smart-aleck shouted, “Hey boob job! They may be big but don’t flatter yourself.” Civilians. The point is, dear suppliers,…
Back in 1973, the westbound 401 was bumper to bumper Quebec license plates. Mount Royal dwellers, fearing for their non pure-laine sweaters, were escaping PQ tyranny. It was a nightmare, Pumpkins. Frightened families packed up their blond kids, their…
