For some time to come, each time I venture into the Trini Posse Stand I will expect to see Sean "Gruff" Grosvenor, one of the founders and shareholders of this motley bunch of patriotic Trinis. Gruff succumbed to a heart attack last Sunday. Back in the day, before an entire sound system was introduced in the stand, Gruff became famous for his cassette player, subsequently upgraded to a CD system, from which he played continuous music at the Queen's Park Oval and at every international cricket venue in the Caribbean; so, between overs, during intervals, at the fall of a wicket and with every boundary Gruff would play one of his favourite ditties.
When prompted to play a song, amongst Gruff's favourites were Country road Take me home, Under the Sycamore Tree and Sweet Caroline. When he got everyone in the stand to sing, Gruff would say, "take that!," then proceed to play I Don't Like Cricket. That was Gruff in a nutshell-the life of the party in an impish sort of way, a brother and friend to all. Gruff, from people like Sam Salloum, Nikki and Colin Borde, Dr Nigel Camacho, Michael Moses, Theron Marquez, Peter Matthews, Scott Fabres, Rejaine De Four, Debbie Gormandy, Karen La Borde, Peggy Camacho, Paige Tim Pow, Ramona Pazo, Jennifer Hosam, Pixie du Coudray, Grant Millar, Dario Woon Sam, Derek Cummings, Dane Armstrong and myself, thanks for the unforgettable great times. Sam has promised that he will ensure that your favourite tunes and songs, and your parang party, live on, and has arranged a "farewell lime" in memory of you today, from 4 pm, in the Trini Posse Stand.
