Excuse me, dahrlings, but...

Pop, Pop! Fizz, Fizz!

Pumpkins, I may be changing my mind about consumers. I hate to admit it, but two have redeemed themselves as soaring high above the sober masses.

Case in point. I’m reading about a brave woman who has taken on Princess Cruises for a shocking indignity. And no, this bit is not sailing into industry groping territory. Even though that land is being ploughed faster than Weinstein can ambush an aspiring star in his hotel bathroom, at least in Hollywood, names are named. (Frankly, dahrlings, if we ever grow the patties to point fingers I could be in a titch of difficulty. How was I to know the long pole the pool attendant was holding wasn’t an invitation? And I did pay the hotel for all the damage. Still…)

But I digress.

Back to the Princess curser. The woman buys an unlimited booze package fair and square only to find out there’s a 15 drinks a day limit! Does she teeter off quietly to put away her allotted ounce per waking hour? Nooo. She fights the shackles of sobriety and demands her basic right to unlimited alcohol. You go girl! I lush you!

Then there’s the man who knows his bubbles. There are carbonated ones and then there are the naturally occurring ones from grapes lying in their lees which naturally lead to lays. I do love a good bubble, dahrlings. So when I heard that Daniel Macduff is suing Sunwing for promising champagne and serving fizzy wine … well, you can imagine what it did to my cork. Ol’ Danny must have paid an absolutely exorbitant fare to expect a sun charter to stock French Champagne. Hey, big spender!!! Grrr...





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