Last Friday, it was powwow time at the dockside. A group of people met in The City and it had nothing to do with the build-up of sand in the Careenage, but rather was all about the big issue which has dominated the interests of those who like intrigue.
The usual suspects were there, from the woman in white to Dr Doolittle and even the Malik look-alike. But what really had those outside the meeting place shocked was to see the stammering one, whom some refer to as General Private Sector. But, then again, that should not have been totally surprising, given his comments about 36 months ago when he was predicting who was going and who would be coming.
His predictions turned out to be wrong and so he went. But word is that he is interested in getting into the thick of things; the only question is where.
Last Friday’s meeting seems to have had no space or place for the Jefferson lookalike or his cohorts, and, of course, the woman who is always looking to see if your teeth are pearly white was not there either.
As part of the PR campaign of disgrace and discourage, it is being said that this woman is too cold-hearted and not a people’s person. To promote their case they have said the area to drop off and pick up, or even spend a few minutes stationary, has become a no-no, and no care is given to convenience and customer service.
Meantime, Dr Doolittle has identified his former political ally, who lives near Welch town and is a close follower of John Wesley, as the intellectual author of the resistance movement. It is not clear whether this man still goes to Herbert’s place in The City. He, too, may know his fate next week.
No freebies here
IT seems as if a well known man, clearly a senior citizen but who still thinks of himself as a spritely youngster, had a rude awakening at a popular strip club recently.
This man, known for his jewellery and fancy brand-named clothing, was given a serious dressing down on social media by one of the girls to whom he apparently tried to make his advances.
The old lad, who knows the strip joints well, having been the man behind one himself, was reminded by the not so prude young stripper that he must pay for whatever he wants, at the going price.
The young lady reminded on Facebook that she must pay full price whether she is on top of the hill or even if she simply wants to show off her finery while holding a big konyak in her hand and letting people admire her artistry. She does not expect anyone to get favours for free at her workplace.
It seems as if the ageing dude, having been brushed aside, did not take it too kindly and accused the young belle of being in a same-sex relationship. But the tiff did not end there, as this firebrand warned him not to go there since she has retained the text messages, which she is willing to release. And given how social media can be, it may only cause him to take to the stage to sing that popular Freddie Mercury song I Want To Break Free.
Second thoughts in vain
The mare done bolt and gone already, and now some people near Horatio House are saying that all the fact checking and crossing of the t’s and dotting of the i’s were done before the approval was given for a certain pick.
There are some noises being made that it was not a unanimous decision and that the necessary reports which evaluated all the performance goals and objectives were not done. But that meeting some weeks ago dealt with one and only one thing: yea or . . .. Certainly not yea, especially after all the pressure that the new high command was getting for its actions. So the meeting was held and the stamp of approval given.
Now, not even 40 days and nights afterwards, some people are saying it was all done too hastily. They now feel as if they have trapped themselves.
But the madam done got things sewn up and looking forward to at least the next 36 months and then after that any number can play. This protagonist is quietly saying to all who now fret and grumble, “As you like it.”