“I’m collecting nick names.” I shiver, despite the suffocating heat inside Montserrat’s Cultural Centre, where the world’s smallest book festival is being held, at the thought of all those spine-chilling experiences.
“Most of men’s nick names are due to the size of their penis. You know ‘whopper’ don’t you?”
“Just leave the package with Lee’s Pharmacy,” this from Rose Willock, Montserrat’s most famous radio voice. A woman blessed with a honey slaked voice and an enthusiasm for life that inspired a generation of Montserratians to withstand the ravages of a volcano which had lain dormant for over four hundred years.read more
Almost exactly a year ago, my husband John and I joined a queue of scarfed and gloved individuals waiting to board the Fred Olsen cruise ship the Balmoral. We were going to sail across the Atlantic towards the Caribbean. The only difference between us and everyone else was that they were passengers and we were ‘supernumeries’, or ‘entertainers’.read more