There was a strange feeling of love in the air last week. The story goes something like this: The Guyanese public had for years been like some poor abused woman, in a bad relationship with its phone company, used to being instantly cut off when they did not pay their phone bill on time; or degraded by those sullen directory assistants who daily send out waves of bad vibes across the nation.
It has always felt that in any dealing with GT&T that they were doing you a favour. Up to this week it had been like living in some grey Stalinist tele-gulag.
And then on Valentine’s Day along came Digicel like a childhood sweetheart who left one day for America and returns ten years later pumped with steroids, wearing a baseball cap turned backwards and mucho bling bling
