Drank desperately a good deal of wine and, to crown all, half a pint of Barbados waters.

He was exorcised because he was thought to be possessed by the Devil.

If I was acting particularly spacey, my mother would ask, “Are you stunod?”

I’d celebrated re-emancipation of calypso finals from the unnecessary touristiness of Dimanche Gras, and return to a two-song format, as an opportunity to attend and savour the best of this year’s calypso in one sitting.