So you think you found yourself a good man because he is caring, compassionate and considerate. He is romantic, tells you he loves you and get this…even lets you holds his phone and have the passwords to all his electronic devices! He communicates, shows you affection in front of his friends and introduces you as ‘his girl’ to everyone. You are over the moon happy and can see the relationship progressing to the next level. There is only one major problem….he has a face only a mother can love and in his case, that mother would still need at least six shots of Hennessey to show that love as physically he could be twins with Quasimodo.
Though they say life begins at 40, death dances round the clock and is no respecter of ages so young and old, rich and pauperised, PNP and JLP, Norbrook and Norman Gardens all feel the grim reaper’s cold fingers daily so I have funerals to attend on a regular basis.
Remember the good old days when we ate junk and didn’t worry about cavities? When we all followed our friends home …and then turned around and have our friends follow us back home? When we played until we were sweaty and sticky and had no clue what body odour or deodorant was? When we used street lights as our indicator that it was time to go home for dinner?
So recently my significant other became a mini celebrity when he joined the legal team representing the people of Tivoli Garden at the inquiry into what took place during those fateful days in May 2010.