Last night’s news was dominated by coverage of the Dutch royal family’s visit to our proud little city on Queen’s Day (Koninginnedag). Security was ratcheted up to DEFCON 1 as a result of the car attack on the family during last year’s celebrations in Apeldoorn.
Mr B went into town with our oldest two, and
Continue reading Life imitates art
The police car was half-hidden by the side of the overgrown lane. I instinctively leaned back, drew my seatbelt across and pulled out of the farm. The police car rolled forward to the middle of the road and stopped. Mr B and I looked at each other and frowned. Two officers climbed out and walked
Continue reading The pigs are all right
Name that tune …
Hey Jim, Jim? Where is Jim, man? Jim, I want you to tell me somethin’ I want you to spell for me New York, Jim Come on, Jim, I want you to spell New York
These days you could ask Jim how to spell Dakar, because a whole lot, whole lot
Continue reading Mbour Mblues on the Coke Coast
The athletics results this last week in Beijing represent the summum of success for Jamaican runners, putting them in first place in the gold medal league table, equal with Russia and ahead of the US.
Bear in mind that Jamaica has a population of only 2.7 million.
The first gold medal went to Shelly-Ann
Continue reading Ghetto can’t hold you back
Drawing to the end of my series of images of downtown Kingston, I post below the first part of a drive I took last week with my good friend, Barry White.
I know, it’s the voice.
If all goes according to plan, Part II will include a drive round the main square, Sir William Grant
Continue reading Driver! Don’t stop at all