Frankly speaking, as my columnist friend Alan Fenty would say, I have mixed feelings about the English. There was definitely a time in my early years in Guyana when, to use an English expression, I did not take tea with them. The background to that was generally their behaviours in the Empire’s colonial ventures, but specifically from personal experiences with some of the ones employed on the sugar estates in West Demerara, and in certain offices in town, so that by the time I was a grown man I had a clear anti-English bias. Travelling from Toronto in the Tradewinds years, I was at the stage where I would even sometimes find myself being irritated by hearing that “holier than thou” accent emanating from a nearby passenger; resentment was in play. Over time,