Keith Anderson

I got a call from Ringling Brothers and they wanted to know where they could find some clowns.

The phone rang “cring cring.” I said hello, James Bum speaking.

Pan Trinbago came in for high praise at the funeral of pan legend Edgar “Junior” Francis Pouchet yesterday.

I was looking at the ceiling when I heard a crashing sound. Fear gripped me as I collected my royal jewels and pulled a sheet to cover my nakedness.

Funny how times have changed, and the wheels of calypso have turned. Long ago calypsonians used to sing for a drink of rum or a goldcup, or “anything you have.”

Tonight pan lovers throughout the fraternity will will cheer when two of pan’s finest soldiers will be honoured by The National Carnival Commission (NCC) for their outstanding work with the steelpan.

It must be heart-rending for Despers fans who must come to terms with the band being out tonight’s final after 37 years.

Before I reached home and disrobed, the phone rang.