s that our education minister stirring up the carnival atmosphere?: At first glance the almost uncontrollable urge was to write something about the lady letting her hair down but then we want to keep this column real, right? We wouldn’t want our more intellectual readers to think we’re so unimaginative as to be incapable of a more appropriate line. Besides, whether our focus is the Gale who is never windy or an impersonator, she certainly was letting it all hang out at j’ouvert—evidently to the delight of fellow revelers with a lot more than hair to let hang out!
And speaking of j’ouvert: This is how a Facebook sage sees the cherished ritual: “Carnival and its accompanying party j’ouvert is not about celebrating island culture. It’s about using that as an excuse to engage in sexual orgies, both of which are prime environments for demonic spirits to prey on the unsuspecting.” Well, what do you know? You’re never too old to learn something new. All those years I was under the impression that the demonic spirits came out of their bottles only at election time. It turns out they also prey on the souls of carnival revelers. Then again, maybe the demonic spirits are like the rest of us: they see no difference between election-time shenanigans and carnival bacchanal.
Just 4 Andy: As if already we didn’t have enough to cry about it turns out the latest casualty of the day was everybody’s friend, whether or not he knew them. A local banker, he was also the owner of the legendary Just 4 Fun. And it is no wonder his business partners and band members decided to go on with the show following news of his death following a 3-vehicle accident Sunday evening on the Millennium highway. Of course, to cancel the planned big jump-up would’ve meant returning thousands of dollars to hundreds of don’t give a flyin’ duck revelers who had for several months been preparing for the streets—at great expense, whether or not to themselves. This being carnival, there was a particular aroma to the attendant humor. Noting the vigorous jooks and bapps as far as the eye could see, one too drunk to be sympathetic reveler blurted out. “Gassa is not RIP Andy dem people should be saying . . . wid all de money dey makin’ on de man head, it look to me like wha’ goin’ on dere is RIP-OFF Andy Delmar!”
Say it ain’t so Mr. Redman: It’s one thing to find yourself de-appointed out of your cushy job at the end of a disappointing election run. But who would’ve guessed when Red Unlimited got reborn as Red Rebellion it would spell the end for at least one of the hotshots from the original band. Still there’s a bright side to the sad tale. At least one red shareholder managed to grab himself a consoling prize or sorts.
Better to be suckered than naked: Maybe it has to do with the unending guava season but chances are Looshans are finally wising up to what the Trinis have for years been handing them. After countless wardrobe malfunctions in de road, this year’s revelers decided to carry not just what they normally carry in their so-called water bottles and fanny packs, but they also invested in loads of crazy glue, just in case. The word is suppliers were barely ready for this year’s demand. Ah, well . . . until next time!
After the stresses of Election 666, how better to let off steam than by getting all hot and bothered at j’ouvert? Education minister Gale Rigobert obviously had a grand time!