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Thank God It’s Friday

London Crawling

LEAVING the weird, new, nearly all-glass Tottenham Court Rd tube exit all alone (with a million American tourists) and there’s something in the air odder than the geography. Building works at Centrepoint, the West End’s original skyscraper, have changed the intersection’s appearance hugely but it’s nuance I’m missing. More than 30 years of unconscious habit kick in and I cross Oxford Street, pass Mickey D’s and swing right into the Virgin Megastore– to find lingerie! G-strings instead of CDs, D-cups instead of DVDs!Step back outside, check the store name: Primark! The clothing store! Out of eagerness or panic – I still haven’t heard the read more...

(Obeah) Man of Letters

ANYTIME Trinidad threatens to out-Trinidad itself – like when the entire executive hierarchy, President, Prime Minister, Chief Justice, Commissioner of Police, go away on holiday, but the bandits and murderers work overtime at home – I feel like evading Trinidadian reality for a little while; kind of like everyone who copes with life’s challenges through ganja, rum or beating their children, except that comedy doesn’t do permanent damage.On days like this, I go into my “mails-bag” and bring out some of the letters to the editor which, somehow, never got printed in the newspapers: I feel I have a duty to publicize them, partly because they reflect read more...

Waiting to Implode

HOT SUMMER night. (Ghost of Keith Smith in ear: “What “summer” Trinidad have? Is “the long vacation”! “Summer” your mama!). Hot August holidays night and sweat trickling into every crevice, searching out the most uncomfortable quarters. Leaving no stones unturned.Thought-defeating heat, like the old joke of the white hunter on an African jungle safari. “My God!” murmurs the Englishman. “How can it be so hot?” And the Bantu head porter sympathizes, “Yes, Bass. Must be the heat!”Tired just from standing, sweating just from sitting. Hot-hot-hot. And still-still-still. It’s not a black thing, but an African read more...

Sacred Wrongs, Human Rights

IN THE WEEK of the 26th anniversary of Trinidad’s bloody botched Islamist coup attempt and in the wake of that holy Islamist Bastille Day mowing-down of children by the Dump Truck of God, it’s deeply refreshing to see a Trinidadian court, even if only a common or garden one, order a security company to pay a pile of money to a former guard, who was sacked for wearing a sack: after her conversion to Islam, she put on hijab instead of uniform headwear.In Trinidad, where the unholy is the norm, 3600 seconds in every hour, and the buggery and murder of children goes uninvestigated read more...

Mick Firetrucker

IT WAS A GOOD week for the bizarre. The expected birth of Rolling Stones’ frontman, 72-year-old Mick Jagger’s eighth child (with his fifth child-mother, a 29-year-old ballerina) was announced just days before Melania Trump delivered what might have been her maiden speech to the Republican National Convention as wannabe First Lady, had the same speech not been first made by a real First Lady eight years before – eight years also being about half the age of Mick’s upcoming new baby’s next-youngest sibling, and the likely outside length of the rest of Mick’s life; and, at home, my read more...

Firetruckery of the Day

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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​Estrupo Nunca Mais

It’s taken a couple o’ days well for the rage to simmer low enough – and the heart to steel itself tough enough – to contemplate the gang rape of the 16-year-old child in Rio last week by perhaps up to as many as 33 men, including her 17-year-old boyfriend. The world knows of it because several of her assailants posted pictures and video of her and the crime, some turning her degradation into selfie-opportunities; one particularly low low-life made what he thought was a good joke about it. Read more
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Monty Ibn’s Beating Circus

A Saudi Arabian “family therapist” has the newest video poised to go viral, a scholarly treatise on how to properly beat your wife, in accordance with Islamic teaching. The video is not a hoax, though anyone could be forgiven for assuming it had to be a conspiracy against the old “religion of peace”.

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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

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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.