NOT?even the breeze coming over the hill from Bathsheba may be sufficient to cool down things. We are still months away, but the buzz around is about what promises to be bacchanal at the house on the hill when there’ll be a grand ole party where people are expecting many to Jones and wuk up.
One fella whom many like to call Brother Dolittle is already out trying to secure support and is hoping to galvanize backing from the north and also from the south. But the other performer has been drinking honey and getting in fine form.
Already, lots and lots of people are saying that after all these years the people must have a say in the big choice. The favourite song at this stage is Lionel Richie’s Once, Twice, Three . . . .
Too much spice
In the good ole days, many institutions in the colonial outpost would get a regular visit from the big papa every now and then. But while times changed, unfortunately, things appear to have remained the same.
The tongues have been wagging about how things in Bim are being chaired from the Spice Isle, a situation which is not going down well with the number of families, including I-an from Byer Land. But the man, now in self-imposed exile, is known to be arrogant and aloof and feels that once is enough to visit his underlings.
No feast
At Sunday School, and even in school, you are taught about the 30 pieces of silver. The number is like magic to many. Â
Many people feel 30 is a good age to tie the knot. Some people feel you should work for 30 years and then retire. Yet others like 30 for various reasons.
Recently, people left home to meet 30 friends in Bridgetown, but for some unknown reason they did not show up. Their friends were disappointed since they had gathered from many places, including Sturges, Bush Hall and Horse Hill. A call was made to the police but they did not know of their whereabouts, and so people rushed to read THE NATION, but alas, no word of these 30 gallant men and women; the warriors were not there.
And so, it seems as if there will be no feast this year, as the clans will have to gather again.
Left wondering
Before the Chris Sinckler plan could be finally unveiled this year, a certain female was on the websites yawning, laughing and teasing. Her yawn online: a long lotta talk and nothing of substance.
Behold, a few days later the said woman, wanting to represent you and me and a lot of people in trouble, was stating that she doesn’t trust the words of certain people, that she likes action. Suddenly, people started asking questions and doing background checks. Wonder whose choir she is singing in.
Long-distance love
The talk is about a long-distance relationship. A well-heeled couple accustomed to the spotlight have decided to live in two different jurisdictions – one pursuing international fame and acclaim; the other preferring to develop Irish connections.
The talk among friends is about whether it will really work. One side is looking rather plump and certainly not showing that bubbly side; while the stay-in-Bim partner, away from the cement and sand, and perhaps with the absence making the heart burn, has dropped size – or is it just from walking the mall?
