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Trini 2 D Bone Flavours

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Here is the second Trini to D Bone in the series. It's a scream, I think. 

TRUE TRINI FLAVOUR

 My name is Gregory Wight and I run a flavouring company.

 I was born at home in Goodwood Park, the only child of eight to be born in the family home. I’m the number four child; the special one. I have five brothers and two sisters, none as famous as me.

 I’m married to Kathryn Stollmeyer, Jeffrey & Sarah’s daughter. My three


World Cup Final

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The World Cup comes to an end today, with Holland v Spain. I was reminded yesterday (and in their game against Germany) that Spain was the number one seeded team at the start of the competition; so they are likely to champions in a few hours; and I don’t know if Paul the German Psychic Octopus has anything to say (or rather, eat) on the subject.

But my money’s on Holland; quite literally. My daughter (she of yesterdays, “Yes, Chef”) drew


Kitchen Devil

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My 12-year-old daughter watched Gordon Ramsay’s TV show, Hell’s Kitchen, for the very first time on Tuesday night. If you’ve seen the show, you’ll know how watchable the irascible, foul-mouthed restaurateur is, how much fun it is to see him cussing out the aspirant chefs. He’s at his most explosive when he starts calling women, “Madam”. Indeed, off the top of my head, I can’t recall a single, “Madam” that didn’t end


Deutschland Uber Alla Dem Spaniard

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Amazingly, my support for Holland didn’t make them lose yesterday. I wonder, now, how the octopus called it? I actually didn’t know about the octopus that has been accurately “predicting” the outcome of World Cup games until Saturday, when it called Argentina’s cut-ass at Germany’s hands.  Perhaps the octopus


Orange Bowl?

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The first of the World Cup semi-finals kicks off at 2.30pm Barbados South Coast time – which is the same time as the North, East or West coasts, but we like to big things up in Bim; and we need to, too – and I’m torn between supporting Holland and Uruguay.

On the Netherlands side, my pardner Rob & his family are Dutch, or Dutch-rooted; on the Uruguayan side, they’re the only


TRINI TO D BONE

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The blog today takes the form of the new feature I've begun in the Trinidadian Guardian this morning, the very first Trini to D Bone. In the paper, it looks more like a story than a news feature but they only got the first one yesterday morning, so cut the designers some slack. Next week, there should be some design going into layout and so on; I'm just glad it got into the paper at all, given that we reached agreement on 30 June and the first TGIF appeared on 1 July and the first Trini on 5 July. So here it is:


My name is Stacey Lalla and I’m a personal banker.

My Mum worked as an operator in TSTT and my Dad did landscaping. I was born in St Clair but we moved to Trincity when I was seven. We weren’t privileged but we had enough. Vacation was


The Shining?

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Professionally, being offline for three days is the modern equivalent of breaking a leg 30 years ago: everyone at the office wonders where you are for all the time of your treatment and, when you do roll into the office at last in your wheelchair, there’s a great hullabaloo over signing your cast. You’re an oddity.

Since Thursday, then, I’ve been offline. I was in Trinidad, as you may know, where


Federer Failure, Loser's Win

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Roger Federer, the greatest tennis player of all time, was knocked out of Wimbledon today; another great liberating blow for mediocrity. Why bother to excel when, if you don’t die prematurely, you’re bound to fail eventually? The old Rog might have been better off, today, if he’d followed the old tosser’s guideline: if at first you don’t succeed, give up.

The look on his face as he left Centre Court defined “crushed”. The American commentators at once


All Groan Up

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With great sadness, I report the advent of responsibility; I put up a good fight, having lasted a good half-century before it kicked in for good this weekend. Yesterday, with many demands on my time, including one Roger Federer and  two Williamses at Wimbledon, the West Indies down the road at Kensington Oval (a non-starter, to tell the truth) and two World Cup games, including Brasil’s pulverization of Chile – I stayed in my office for good portions of the day and worked without complaint.

 Not just that, when I did get up from my desk,


Sporting Chance

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Sport lovers are spoilt for choice for the weekend, with the World Cup round of 16 beginning this morning – which is what most of the world will be watching, the tennis continuing at Wimbledon – which is what the anti-team sport folks will be watching, and, I think, the third Digicel Test between West Indies and South Africa – which Chris Gayle’s Mum will be watching.

The World Cup is, of course, THE


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