June 19, 2017
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What The Fandango, Indeed

I feel very honoured to still have one die hard fan left, darlings. His name is Michael, but I call him McClane., (From movies where the guy always dies hard. I hear that’s a thing.) McClane (he’s a bit of…

May 02, 2017
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I Have A Dream

Gregg Saretsky must have a Boeing sized intersection this morning, dahrlings. Can you imagine waking up and announcing to the world WestJet has flashed their cash and bought 20 Dreamliners. Oh gawd! Thank you! Dreams really do come true. The…

March 21, 2017
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Tales From The Lily Pond

Dahrlings, as you well know, when one dinkette retired, my troubles shrank by 50%. I now dream of the day Open Jaw undergoes a full ice water shrivelling of its last founding member.  The nincompoop is all a titter about…

March 09, 2017
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Name Calling Does Hurt

I don’t know about you, dahrlings, but I’ve been called a thing or two, in my day. Three or four, truth be told.  In case you’ve missed a bit of a brouhaha in the travel trade media, of late, you…

January 30, 2017
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Je Suis Muslim

Dear pumpkins, The chaos unleashed by that madman down south has me beside myself. Hearing the voices (Does Trump hear voices?) of all those people across the U.S. raising their fists and refusing to be railroaded into a Naziesque regime, has me jumping on…

January 24, 2017
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The Theory Of Relativity

My goodness, Pumpkins, she may look like Trump’s head squirrel chews her hair at night, but make no mistake, that Kellyanne Conway is a sparky little firecracker. If we’d had her ‘alternative facts’ back in my day, dahrlings, things might…

January 13, 2017
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1 Dinkette Down, 1 To Go

It’s a banner day, dahrlings! After suffering the ignominies of working for 2 testosterone laden, tiara loving, tee-heeing, nincompoopsies over here at the Jaw – one them is retiring! (Not as in ‘she’s shy and soft-spoken’. As if.) I mean…

January 09, 2017
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Sesquiquoi?

Apparently the federal government is spending ½ a billion dollars on some kind of 150-year old sasquatch because it’s Canadian. They bought a red couch to celebrate. (I have no idea why, but it seems to be a ‘thing’ with…

December 29, 2016
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Is It Over??

Well, dear Pumpkins, it’s another year come and gone like a snow flake on a warm bosom. None of us will be happier to see its backside more than I. You couldn’t write a movie script to equal the 2016…

December 07, 2016
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Stop The Presses!

This just in, Pumpkins: research has uncovered a primal head scratcher that travel professionals have pondered for decades. Yes, dahrlings, the question of what really pisses off travellers has been answered. You’re probably thinking “I know! I know!” “It’s the…