Satiricus was livid. As he strode to the Back Street Bar, he seethed that the world was going to the dogs! He’d just read the news report of twenty-seven strippers being picked up at Convent Garden! Convent Garden!! It wasn’t just that the word “Convent” was in the name of the village but that it WAS a village!!
“This is the last straw, fellas,” he said with a deep sigh as he took his seat at the back of the bar.
“Ah who tr’uble yuh, Sato?” asked his pal Cappo solicitously. “Yuh look like cow bruk rope!”
“Didn’t you fellas read about the Police arresting TWENTY-SEVEN foreign strippers at Convent Garden?” Satiricus demanded.
“Yes! Me read da!” agreed Bungi. “An’ me vex like tail dem Police do da, too!”
“I don’t think Sato vex at the Police,” observed Hari mildly. “I think he’s upset at the strippers.”
“Well, actually I’m upset that strippers have invaded our villages!” Satiricus explained.
“Why yuh upset?” asked Cappo, in a puzzled tone. “Abee village ah tu’n like tong!!”
“Damn right!” exploded Bungi. “Wha’ mek only tong people get fuh see naked skin gyaal?”
“You miss the point, fellas,” said Satiricus patiently. “So next thing when we get “choke and rob” in the village that will make us more like town?”
“Looking at naked girls is illegal in town and villages,” pointed out Hari. “And Sato feels we’re supposed to be more law abiding in the villages.”
“But wha’ mek am illegal?” piped up Cappo. “Ah wan private place an’ dem gyaal mos’ly fram Venezuela who want wuk. Nobady na fo’ce dem fuh tek aff dem clo’se!”
“Well the law is the law, and people can’t just break the law!” said Satiricus angrily. “Prezzie said we must preserve our culture in the villages.”
“Prezzie also seh abee mus’ stap hang out in Guinness Bar,” said Bungi. “Wha’ baad abee a do w’en abee come ah de Back Street Bar?”
“The fellas have a point, Sato,” said Hari. “Who decides what is our culture?”
