Bill is back in town. In stereo! As soon as I get on the Carib-bwee plane, the stories start coming

* A big hello to Minister Rohee who was on the flight. Good to see you in such rude health Clem-ent (as they say in Guyana).

* Big up too to “Uncle Joe” Solomon also on the big bird out of Piarco. Unlike some other local cricketing heroes, Joe is very modest and always good for a gaff. It was from him that I first learned of the disquiet over the stadium emanating from the ICC (or not – according to which paper you read).

* Before you knew it Bill was a bar fly (plus ca change). The Bench (as we have to call it to protect the modesty of them lawyers and to keep their writs at bay) on Saturday afternoon was quiet in contemplation of the Cricket god. The Australians were ‘on fire’ as one said. These lawmen know their jurisprudence and their leg befores. Bill enjoyed the quiet gaffing.

* Big up to Bharrat and Hammy! The city looks as clean as I have ever seen it. No potholes on the way from the airport and a sense of sereneness around the Garden City. But, and there always is a but, why are the Promenade Gardens – a jewel in any city’s crown – not open for, well, simple promenading? It’s a disgrace. Break the locks!

* Bill has yet to sample the delights of Guytelly. But he did later meet up with some old muckers who toil(or toiled) in that vineyard. Big time hello to Julia, Beverly, Claudette and Lizzie. Plus Bert – the Digi-Cell Phone mogul. But where was Rambo that night? He told us he was ‘taking care of business’? What can that ever mean? Answers on a postcard.

* Bill is glad to be back in his Mother’s land. The last Vanier survivor died three weeks ago; the lineage of two centuries come to an end. Sad. But life goes on. Time for Bill to have some fun and as the slogan says – PPP: Party! Party! Party!

I’ll keep you informed.

Pip! Pip!