Street,

Thanks again for the indulgence and for your equitable distribution of conversational "licks/blose"; something that only the seasoned debator can appreciate, especially when done without any malice but with tongue in cheek. I usually reserve these method of communication for individuals whom I have a personal acquaintance with but I have decided to violate my erring on the side of caution rule so as to give you the opportunity to be a Gentleman or Lady (I do not know)which you failed at miserably.....Lol

So when sometime last month, after your brief sabbatical from Gogouyave and when you brought your skin back here saying that the topics we were discussing were above your level of compression, and too complicated for your taste, "ah knew you were dam! lying!".

Reading your responses to me and Mello, I concluded that you must be some Salupue, taking advantage of the decent church-going people of Down Street by posing like a Southern Monsieur. However, with your varying style of good penmanship and verbiage usage indicative of a forger, I have decided to refrain from any communication with you for fear that my good name and character would be besmirched and maybe irreparable.

On a parting note, I have decided to provide you with this link (copy and paste in your browser..https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bshHSBD3fFM) which I believe is apropo in summarizing your noted linguistic accumen as demonstrated in our dialog. And although  The Mighty Sparrow made mention of the unmannerly characteristics of "cacapool rum drinkers" in this rendition, I can safely say that you, the good Southern Gentleman that you are, certainly do not fall in that category......Lol

V "J" L

Vern, thanks for your kind words and thanks especially for the exhilarating discourse, which allowed me to rediscover and exercise my colloquial linguistic muscles which I thought had long atrophied. I would hope that we would be able to share views on topics outside of the context of Gouyave, from time to time.

As for your identity rule, for me it is great that this platform allows some measure of anonymity, because it allows one to focus on the message, and not the messenger, a trait which runs contra to our Grenadian Culture. Maybe it is our insularity, or a built in safeguard against cohabiting within one's blood line, like Scrunter say "That is you family", whatever it is, there seems to be an insatiable craving among Spice Islanders to know the family trees and everything about everybody.From cradle to grave. Could it be that the internet, Face book and instagram, was invented by one of us? Or was the idea stolen by a tourist vacationing on Grand Anse? Hmmm.

I was not lying when I said that the level of discourse here is often way above my academic and comprehensive acumen, I readily acknowledge my limitations, and pay tribute to superior minds.I am simply grateful for the opportunity to participate on occasions, without being thrashed and then trashed.

I cannot leave without a parting word about your favourite Bistro. It is my understanding than in the wake of the Brexit Jacks embargo, Mama San has resorted to importing her delicacies from abroad.Her new menu boasts: Dogfish from the English Channel, Catfish from the Gulf of Mexico, and in tribute to the Left Bank, from the Amazon Jungle, the "piece D' Resistance" Fer d' L'anse, please excuse my Francais.