Well, apart from my cousin, a true and religious Rasta with real natty dreads, renamed Prince Zamamatusi (not sure of the spelling) we knew loads who followed the religion, fantastic load they were too, in fact we miss them, one close friend wants to come here to visit, she grew up with a crack dealer dad, got a GBH charge and then trained in Social work (I worked with her for a short time) but now teaches Social Work, she was a tough cookie but a great friend and very very religious. Another good rasta friend invited us for Sunday Lunch at 11.00am, we ate at 8.30pm after loads of Rum(not me or my OH)loads of erbs and a lot of games of Jamaican Domino's, a great game and good fun watching one eye, shades and the rest of de brethren play....All followed by a big dinner of Curry Goat (sorry James) it was yumsiouse...great day out, apart from having to carry a family member back to the 1971 VW due to erb over indulgence.NOTHING illegal was done by either me or my other half O.K?
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