Is Barbados really Independent? Media shucks & jives per Sophie of Wessex’ whims and decrees

by AirBourne / April 6th, 2014

When Barbados had its 375th Anniversary of Parliament; I refused to be in the thick of it, if Barbados is in the middle of a financial crisis where thousands of jobs have to be shedded in order for this country to avoid another financial downgrade – why are we laying out Pomp & Pimpery when the funds can be better used for restructuring the Bajan economy? Why not use those same funds to pay Drainage workers who are yet to see their severance?

This still burns in my craw, despite its having happened a while ago, I deliberately held back as I did not want to be part of the PR machinery pumping UK royalty…

I am reminded of the first volume of Game of Thrones when Ned Stark discovers there’s almost no money in the Treasury and it is Tywin Lannister who is bankrolling King’s Landing and the country of Westeros – yet King Robert wants a filthily expensive Knight’s Melee to celebrate Ned’s acceptance for the Government position of Hand of The King… This was pretty much the setting for the popular series, and it has an eerie parallel for Barbados too!

Ass in gray suit was one who kept yelling at Bajan shutterbugs until I sorted him out, BOA President waits to greet Weesex

When the UK’s Prince Edward and his wife, the Countess of Wessex, came here for the Bajan Gubernatorial observation why not pay from their own pocket? God knows they can afford it…

All of the BOA’s staff waited in the bright morning sun about 15 mins. waiting for Eddie’s spouse to arrive and she barely spends 5 secs. each shaking hands before rushing inside for the Air Conditioning

Worse, as Eddie went gallivanting on a yacht before heading to Jamaica, Bajans were brought forward quick-march to greet Sophie at the Barbados Olympic Association where everything unravelled rapidly in my view…

Gray Prat once again tries to block local media from a shot, this is when I let fly at him in a loud voice, yet minus obscenities, which would have been Stage 2 if he kept at it…

First of all, we were not given an Itinerary of which rooms the Countess would view nor in what sequence – we were only barked at by either Pamala Proverbs (The darling of Bajan Media and champion of Barbados Realtors everywhere – can you tell my sarcasm?) or a white pr**k in a gray suit how we cannot go here or there, better yet hang six feet back! Should we curtsy and beg for crumbs too?

At this point, many of the Media said they wished Al Gilkes was coordinating the event, since he tries to liaise with reporters and camera-folk … this remark highly offended Pamala Proverbs, who asked if we have proof so I then started my voice recorder and she kept away from me for the balance of the trip.

Barbados allegedly became Independent in 1966 under the late Right Excellent Errol Walton Barrow – unfortunately, apart from changing his mandated ethos of no fees for secondary and tertiary education, we took a further step back when the BOA lay in wait for her Madam to supposedly grace her presence like Plantation days of yore when all the finest slaves in their best second-hand suits were dolled out à la Django (the earlier DiCaprio parts, not in the end where things got very explosive).

Rachel Pringle and her staff waiting for Prince William Henry, oops! Wrong era, or is it?

Only one of the BOA executive was kind enough to guide the media where he planned to carry the British despot dignitary, otherwise we’d have had a fine time guessing. The stupid prat in the gray suit continued to bark at us, until I said if all of us delete our pictures and tell Fleet Street why we did it then he’d have an International incident on his hands, suddenly the yob’s gob went mute for the rest of the drill inspection viewing…

It is understandable when some Bajans say the only royalty they want to see in the next 50 years is Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs or Spades… A sad moment of Barbados going retrograde in its so-called Independence!

The worst was yet to come, since this was an early morning exercise most of the media skipped their breakfast to arrive on time, they were relieved when they saw samosas and other nibbles being warmed up – but was it for THEM? HELL to the “N” and “O“! British protocol insists that regular people must not see Sophie eating, why? Does she belch or f*rt? May be it’s called a throat malfunction if she burps, and she whispers into her capris with rainbow sprinkles if she passes wind…

Before Ye Olde Sophie arrived, they nearly had a UK faux pas, apparently these flags were in the wrong sequence? Who cares?

However, there’s even MORE; me and my car were blocked in by Police Task Force vehicles until Wessex left – they personally would be happy to move, but were under strict orders for no moves unless Sophie disembarks the compound… Was I in 2014 or did I wander into 1714? Why did we break away from London Why not hand over Independence to someone more worthy like the Caymans? SMDH!