The following was written after listening to a ten minute conversation between two of my workmates, so I cannot vouch for the accuracy of the information.

I’ve been reading and hearing the complaints about the newest Star Trek iteration, Discovery, primarily from diehard Trekkers. I hear you bros. If I was expecting classic Trek I would be very disappointed too.

I see that there is a proposal to rename Westbury Road Rihanna Drive.

I’m telling you: the Messiah simply wouldn’t get a quiet moment.

I was once at an event where someone was shot.

She walk on by, all gold and brown

She got a taste for the gold and brown

It’s the best thing she found

I remember the pure joy of my monthly visits to Number 1 Record Shop in the late 80’s and early 90’s to prowl the new release section for the latest music.

For as long as I can remember this fish (or one exactly like it) has been at the pet store at Sheraton Mall

I was watching an episode of DC’s Legends of Tomorrow (don’t judge me) and one of the characters starting singing Harry Belafonte’s Day-O.

True story. Yesterday I witnessed a chicken doing chicken things at the side of the road.

The very best concert I ever attended was Miami Sound Machine at the National Stadium, in 1988 I believe. I can’t remember anything about their performance, but I have vivid memories of the other acts on the bill that night.

1982 was the year I started to really take notice of Bajan calypso. I was already a fan of Sparrow, Kitchener and Shadow

Barbados used to be filled with passionate, knowledgeable cricket lovers. Sadly that group is no longer in the majority, but I count myself as one of them.

One of the radio stations used to have an Independence poll aimed at identifying the greatest Bajan song of all time.