Bill’s coffee cup runneth over. So much to report, so little space. He finds himself invited (or not) to ten things today.
*Time to take in the LOC in Middle Street. The words “headless” and “chickens” spring to mind. Karran is calm; he needs to be. His head may be on the block in less than a day. So too Chettie – but how do you ever know what his mood is? Karran tells me “Confusion is the Guyanese middle name”. He’s right – about the LOC.
*Bill decided to test security. He went to the Peg-A-Suss mid-morning to take a comfort break. Nobody challenged, nobody spoke. Hmm.
*Better than that at the Everest where England were doing what they call practice. Was the fire tender outside just in case Freddie Flintoff decided to take a pedalo ride on the Atlantic waves? The English team are here: few signs of their ‘Barmy Army’ – left behind in St Lucia?
*The stadium is starting to shape up. At long last. Bill greets his old mucker Walter Willis who promises him the scoop once the first ball is bowled in ‘his’ stadium. Security there not much better than the Peg!
*Time for a coffee break. Bill is pleased to meet the Mocha Monarch, the Latte Lord of Georgetown William Walker at one of his Oasis cafes. The boy has done well. Three to date – one so secret I cannot possibly reveal it is inside the US Embassy could I? Go, William go. You’ve found the niche; now fill it
