Winston, a sweet natured gentleman from Jamaica who is still
working his night shift when I’m starting my early, too early, morning shift …
who I once glimpsed as a shadow dancing around his car and its sound system in the dark before going
home from his fifty-something hour week of hard labour … tells me how he was
cornered last Sunday evening by a giant colleague with a monologue that had a notoriously predictable course to run …
“you got the complete script then ?”, I asked him, “chapter and verse ?”
And Winston replies … “Yesss sir ! From Genesis to Revelations !” and he roars with
laughter.






























