The Liming House

Good to see you again. Glad you enjoy the Limes.

Apparently not, according to the nifty tag cloud for the Liming House, via Wordle.

An exciting new Caribbean artist made her debut on the London art scene this week. Victoria Len-Oi Lee’s exhibition – “Painting with my Mother-Tongue” – featured vibrant watercolours and photographs of uniquely Trinidadian scenes and landscapes – with a twist.

“I want to change people’s understanding of Trinidad and the Caribbean,” Lee said. “I wanted to depict the way I see Trinidad, the way I see life. There’s a lot happening behind the scenes that people just don’t know about.”

“3.. 2.. 1..”
“Happy new year,” J quipped, rolling her eyes.
I quirked an eyebrow in her direction. “Oh, come on. Humour me.”
“Face it M, the phone is not going to ring. And your endless countdowns are – well, they kinda sad actually.”
“Har de har.” I tossed the cell phone onto the bed and arranged myself on the floor of the bedroom.
“He said he was going to call.”
“And God said let there be light. Get over it, he”s not going to call, you”re not going to get back together and Creationism is a charming myth.”
“You still go to church though.”
“True. Damned Catholic guilt.”

Written for The Beaver, the newspaper of the Students’ Union of the London School of Economics
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“The music is the message.”

Such were the words of Glen Da Costa, acclaimed saxophonist and one of the many talented musicians to have played with that mighty trio of Nesta Robert Marley, Peter Mackintosh and Neville Livingston. He is lounging on a tattered leather couch in a small, smoky dressing room backstage at the Shepherds Bush Empire.