Things are happening over at TUI Travel in the U.K. that call for the pointy eared services of an Enterprise officer. Apparently, dahrlings, there’s a black hole. Which is alarming enough – no one wants an annihilating mass caused by…
LOSERS!! There. I’ve said it, Pumpkins. I may be ex-barred from every hockey arena in Canada (like I go places that don’t have private salons!), but what needs to be said needs to be dealt with. We Canadians are, as…
By Zeus, what a way to start a brand new year! Harper’s new Hercules has landed. It’s 10% bigger than the older version, has a fully digital cockpit and a heads-up display panel. I say, Herc! Herc! There are…
Well Pumpkins, another annus horribilus in the travel industry is drawing to a dramatic close, with Russian travellers laying a beating on hapless airline employees, Canadians languishing on the tarmac at JFK and what appeared to be early 19th century…
Frankly, dahrlings, I’m a little tired of all the professions of avid determination. The ardent avowals of devotion to the cause. The promises of brute resolve to unite – join together as one – culminating in ‘teaching airlines a lesson…
“We would have been there by now!” Well, Pumpniks, aren’t the sheiks of united Arabic just sitting chic this week. Looking out over their expansive, arid runways; ready to land a nice dry Airbus in sunny style, with onward…
The Christmas Spirit is grabbing hold of my eggnog and jingling in news of dancing fairies and nut crackers. (Doesn’t that just describe travel all over?) All 3 of our big 3 are fabulously festive this week, Pumpkins. …
The airlines are making such a fortune with their unbundled à la carte fee grab — picking a seat, checking in, luggage, food, blanket — you’re dinged for even thinking about flying. If that’s the only way to make money…
What is the sound of two fat white rightist males embracing? “RUN!!!!!!” Poor Toronto, Pumpkins. The city has never gotten over not being Montreal. In its latest bid to right itself, Hog Town has leased its future on…
Lock & Load, Pumpkins! The site of a single goosebump sends our dear Canadians scurrying for a deal. They are so predictable. Like a man, really. Show a cleavage bump and he’ll beg for a transaction. It’s easy when…
