I Will Take 10

Cousin Adan will soon be ten. According to the law of family mathematics because you are my mother’s cousin’s son this would make you my third cousin or is that first cousin, twice-removed? And according to other ordinary laws you are too young to be my friend. But neither of us are ordinary and we are friends. And … Continue reading

Will Your Life Be A Light?

Will it summon the living to celebrate its beauty with laughter, tears and gladness? Will it warm the heart forever? Will it tell the world that life is beautiful? Will it summon other lights and teach us to make ours burn brighter? Will it remind us there is no yesterday or tomorrow, only now and … Continue reading

Missing A Foot

Our family is big, huge. So big in fact that if you wish you can choose an entire line. You could declare that line your family, restrict it but still have enough blood left over to people a tiny village. In fact my mother’s line already is a tiny village. Porter’s Mountain in rural Westmoreland, Jamaica. And Porter’s … Continue reading

A Quorum

At Play In The Field At Lord’s

The first day of the first test in a cricket series still excites me. It doesn’t matter that the West Indies’ heady days of brutal world domination are almost twenty years in the past. When you got past the deeply superficial but powerful political import of subduing both those who had taught you the game … Continue reading

Atavism versus Avatar

Sketches of Spain: My Money Is On The Bull

In my last blog I mentioned that I bought tickets to see the bullfights, complete with Hamletlike equivocation. While writing that post I thought I could have included the bull on my ramblings about being outside but no, the bull-he stands alone. Besides by now you might have realised that everything has a backstory with me. I … Continue reading

Shaking the Sun Out-side

Sketches of Spain: A Mujer Libre

It is all well and good to drop in on these amazing centres of art and culture. There is no discounting the value of the museums and galleries but that will give you the truest sense of what the people were, not what  and who they are. So after my Saturday questions on Easter Sunday I … Continue reading

A Fixed View or A Possibility

Sketches of Spain: Semana Santa

If Good Friday threw up answers, the next day challenged me with questions. In fact at the tail end of Friday I happened upon a Good Friday mass as I had never seen one. A band of some 40-50 uniformed players positioned some metres away from a church performed a sombre tune punctuated by heavy … Continue reading

Being Right Here, Right Now

Sketches of Spain: A Good Friday in Madrid

Almost twenty four hours on and it feels I have already been here twenty four years. From getting the underground from the airport because the hotel’s website said all I had to do was get to Metro stop Piramides and a slight walk bearing right would get me there to the bus driver taking a five … Continue reading

Make Mine Sharkleberry Fin

Sharkleberry Fin, just so you know used to be my favourite Kool Aid flavour. I drank it by the gallon, crushed over ice for the entirety of my two years in Barbados, okay since we are setting up for full confession mode I also was known to lace it with dark rum and limes for … Continue reading

Beer in Danger & Gregory Dressed for Bear

Being Good At Pizza Express

There are few incongruities in this world like the Pizza Express on Dean Street which has of all things a jazz club in the basement. My very fixed  sense of jazz elitism ( a state contrary to the freedom of the music itself doesn’t bother me one bit) recognises the music’s urban beginnings in supper clubs, … Continue reading