The Star (St. Lucia) - - FRONT PAGE - Rick Wayne

Dis­miss her, if you will. Joke about her sta­tus as a mem­ber of the Bush fam­ily; the Babon­neau tribe, that is. One thing no one can say, with le­git­i­macy, at any rate, is that the charis­matic MP is with­out imag­i­na­tion.

Face it, all you yolks out there, any­one who can look the prime min­is­ter and the for­mer op­po­si­tion leader straight in the eye with a straight face while preach­ing the virtues of fit­ness can­not be con­sid­ered or­di­nary. He or she has to be of an­other di­men­sion; worth watch­ing.

But that’s pre­cisely what Alv­ina Reynolds did sev­eral months ago when she broke the in­ter­net with the news that “you are what you eat . . . and I am proud to say I have of­ten seen my party col­leagues jog­ging early in the morn­ing at Pi­geon Point.”

Can a regular Looshan mind han­dle the im­age of Kenny An­thony and Stephen­son King jog­ging to­gether at Pi­geon Point? In shorts? At 5 a.m.? For cry­ing out loud, if Alv­ina was on the but­ton when she dropped that line about peo­ple be­ing what they eat, then what was she telling the world about the two hon­or­able gen­tle­man sit­ting but a few feet away from her?

What ex­actly have they been putting into their mouths morn­ing, noon and night? Cer­tainly not that once most popular Saint Lu­cia dish known as “stuffed pussy,” in­vented by the un­for­get­table Chef Harry, God rest his soul.

But for­get about that; let’s in­stead talk about the Alv­ina Reynolds who showed up for this week’s episode of the Game of Drones. The health min­is­ter not only put ev­ery­one else in the shade on Wed­nes­day, in­clud­ing Berthia Parle (no easy feat), she also made the prime min­is­ter’s tool on the hill ap­pear drab. (For crissakes, what were those things flut­ter­ing around the GG’s white hat? Fly­ing fish?)

Alv­ina flashed a shock of bushy hair wor­thy of redcarpet ap­plause. As for her candy-striped chapeau, it eas­ily took the cake. Who knew the for­mer bun lady was made of such tit­il­lat­ing spice as was on dis­play Tues­day morn­ing? Not I, for sure.

In­deed, my main gripe about the way the Game of Drones ended was that it de­nied voyeurs more sly glimpses of what, un­til Wed­nes­day morn­ing, had re­mained Alv­ina and Vic­to­ria’s spe­cial se­cret. Clearly elec­tions and HOT Cou­ture make fine bed­fel­lows!

All eyes and video­cams were con­cen­trated

this week on the MP for Babon­neau!

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