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Thank God It’s Friday

​BC Budget

ALL OVER TRINIDAD & Tobago, all sorts of people will claim they could bring a better Budget than the Minister of Finance today – and they might be right: a civil engineer by training and an occasionally uncivil Parliamentarian in practice, the old Colm’s greatest strength is his self-belief; would that we all shared it.No, just teasing. Colm Imbert is one of the most capable people I’ve ever met – and it’s unkind to ask, “Capable of what?” – but who, really, could bring a TT Budget? It’s like running on marbles. We have nothing whatever to show for the trillion TT dollars our former read more...

Lesbian Men of the World of Trinidad Unite

Because of a death in the family – a canine one – and because of the odd coincidence of my pardner Raymond Ramcharitar raising, in his Guardian column on Wednesday, the very subject I was contemplating bringing back, I’ve decided to take the last day of my “holidays”. This column first appeared in August 2006 but, ten years on, as Raymond showed this week, it’s still very much within our daily contemplation; so taking the piss out of the attitudes I mocked a decade ago remains relevant.“I alert my audience of the East Indian thrust toward ethnic dominance…” – Professor Selwyn Cudjoe, read more...

​Bimbo in Limbo

My little holiday will probably end today, though I’m entitled to take off next Friday, too; hard to believe I’m missing contemplating the mess that we are. This first appeared on 7 February 1991. This first appeared on 7 February 1991, and was a companion piece to "I Like Babes", Lloyd Best's favourite of my columns. My sentiments haven’t changed; nor have bimbos. I LIKE BIMBOS. They're user-friendly. I don't know that many nowadays but I still haven't a bad thing to say about them. I recollect now, with neither pride nor shame, that there was a time when every woman I knew had read more...

Man Makes the Clothes

My little holiday continues – please be polite enough not to ask, “From what?” – so here is (what I hope will prove to be) another blast from the past. This first appeared on 25 August 1995. MY FIRST PAIR of Levi-Strauss jeans lasted longer than my first relationship, though I must confess that my girlfriend did come first, as the girlfriends of all polite men should. I was 16 when I met Lisa and 17 when I discarded Wranglers and Lee’s, the Dixie and Pepsi-Colas of blue jeans, and got into Levis, the real denim thing; I was 21 when Lisa and I broke up and 26 when the last threads of those original Levis fell off me. My read more...

50 Rocking Years

In my last contract with the Guardian, I negotiated a holiday for myself for the month of September, always the lowest month for newspaper sales. The Ansa-McAl Group recognised the need for anyone working in a creative field, even me, to have a bit of a rest. With Thank God It’s Friday still without a newspaper home at the moment, I’ll be damned if I’ll give myself less beneficial terms than Uncle Tony was happy to give me. As I would do at any paper, then, for this month, I’ll reprint earlier columns from the past three – yes, three! – decades. This first one read more...

Firetruckery of the Day

​For the Gemini in All Our Bellies

The greatest modern challenge – and it’s really unique to our age – is to separate the ludicrous from the genius. We have to overcome the challenge everywhere from the Cabinet through the campuses to the catwalk: are we supposed to admire or sneer at those policies, courses or fashions? But, extreme sushi notwithstanding the contradiction of our age hasn’t so far been literally served up on a plate in front of us. Read more
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​Guess Who's Back in Firetruckery?

I haven’t firetruckery-ied around here for some time. I’m not sure if my reluctance to post arose because the US presidential election has by itself provided more firetruckeries than the world has needed for months, so more from me seemed otiose, or because I have myself been under a lot of all kinds of pressure in the same period. For one reason or another, e.g., most of them lying outside my choice, I Read more
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Mano-a-mano showdown

Still reeling from the Brexit, like the rest of the world – apart from the few million English & Welsh people who voted for it – and I find myself hoping that my thinking is a bit muddled, like how you just can’t do a cryptic crossword or watch The Usual Suspects if you have a head cold.

Because, if I’m not muddled, it’s becoming clearer and clearer that there is a right wing tide (packaged as concern for one’s own safety) that is rising fast enough to float the presidency of the Drumpf.


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Cub Your Enthusiasm

It’s not been a good week to be an animal anywhere in the world, as Harambe, the17-year-old silverback gorilla at Cincinnati Zoo might have told you, if he hadn’t been shot dead in his own pen (in the understandable haste to save the life of a three-year-old boy who’d wandered into the enclosure).

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Trini to d Bone

The Arima Kid - pt I

You’ve been involved in media and culture longer than most people have been alive?Since 1946! I should say a little before that because, as a child, I wrote little things to the Guardian’s Tiny Mites. I suppose I had that desire to be in the limelight, that vanity. My parents gave me the Read more

The High Cost of Living

My name is Robin Foster and I’ve found out that, to go about the business of living, you have to accept your own death.If you look at my face good, you go see Pelham St and the Circular Road running right through it. I’m from the Belmont that David Rudder sang about.Myself and Trevor Read more

BC Pires

is a barrister by qualification (class of 1984) but, for the last 28 years, has done nothing but write to earn a living. His flagship column, Thank God It’s Friday, has appeared in either the Trinidad Guardian or the Trinidad Express since Ash Friday, 1988. He has written about film from an informed lay perspective for the same period and is as close as the cricket-playing West Indies gets to a film critic (though he refuses that label). He has written for many publications, including the London Sunday Observer and the London & Manchester Guardian. Since 2010, his personality-based feature, “Trini/’Bago to D Bone” has been appearing in the Trinidad Guardian. Since 2002, he has been the editor of Cré Olé, the Trinidad & Tobago annual restaurant guide.

Sitar Satire

My name is Ravi Sankar and I don’t play the sitar but I love Trinidad & Tobago music.I know they have a man, Ravi Shankar, and his daughter, Anoushka, who are famous for playing the sitar. I will tell people my name and normally I will get a little tease in-between. I don’t really listen Read more

The World of Trinidad & Tobago

My name is Anthony Collymoore and I recently retired after teaching at Morvant/Laventille for 27 years.I’m from Cascade. That “nasty white boy” area.I married twice, first to Fay Lopez, back in 1985. We have two children, Jacob, now 30,m and Justin, 28-ish. And now Debbie Read more

BC Pires

is a barrister by qualification (class of 1984) but, for the last 28 years, has done nothing but write to earn a living. His flagship column, Thank God It’s Friday, has appeared in either the Trinidad Guardian or the Trinidad Express since Ash Friday, 1988. He has written about film from an informed lay perspective for the same period and is as close as the cricket-playing West Indies gets to a film critic (though he refuses that label). He has written for many publications, including the London Sunday Observer and the London & Manchester Guardian. Since 2010, his personality-based feature, “Trini/’Bago to D Bone” has been appearing in the Trinidad Guardian. Since 2002, he has been the editor of Cré Olé, the Trinidad & Tobago annual restaurant guide.