Lisa Allen-Agos­ti­ni

The de­light­ful Rachel Price is on a kind of warpath in her cur­rent show, Queen. Armed with court clothes, she said in her show on Sun­day night at Na­pa that her de­fence is the truth.She then pro­ceed­ed to name names in just about every pub­lic scan­dal in T&T since the or­ange-juice tins turned up full of co­caine in Nor­folk."Ask a ques­tion," she re­peat­ed­ly en­cour­aged her au­di­ence, im­ply­ing the pub­lic and me­dia too glibly swal­low every­thing the gov­ern­ment and oth­er au­thor­i­ty fig­ures feed them.

The main au­di­to­ri­um at Na­pa wasn't quite full, but there was no park­ing to be had in the lot–say­ing some­thing about the size of the au­di­ence who came to laugh at the co­me­di­an's an­tics and jokes. They laughed–loud­ly and of­ten–but at sev­er­al points dur­ing her mono­logue they broke in­to spon­ta­neous and very se­ri­ous ap­plause.

Plen­ty of the things she was mak­ing in­to hu­mour weren't fun­ny at all–thing to cry, we was laugh­ing, in oth­er words. We laughed at whores and weed, mur­dered nine-year-old "ter­ror­ists," sus­pect hous­ing ap­pli­ca­tion process­es in­volv­ing tes­ti­cle-fondling and nip­ple-suck­ing, out­side women mak­ing phone calls to horned pu­ta­tive wives, and more. This coun­try, with its jokey pol­i­tics and so­ci­ety, was a walk­ing punch­line.

http://www.guardian.co.tt/dig­i­tal/new-mem­bers