Letters to my sons.

Dear Son,

I’m not one to get excited about going out and partying. To be honest I would rather stay in and have an early night but I am getting excited about going to Trinidad for Carnival 2007. Your mothers half-cousin Nina has managed to get hold of two tickets for Breakfast Fete. The tickets are as rare as hen’s teeth but she has connections.

You went to this party in the womb in 2005. I wasn’t drinking because I had eaten something bad a couple of days before and I still hadn’t got over it. Although your mother will say I drank too much at The Presidents Fete a couple of days before. I did drink a lot but I was ill when I turned up.

It is nice to go to a place where the President wears carnival costume and dances through the streets and organises a huge party – just a shame that he needs machine gunned tooled up security and charges £50 for his parties. An amount not easily affordable to the majority of the population.

I’m also looking forward to J’Ouvert and I found a picture of your Uncle Keith on the Mudders International Web site – he’s on the right hand side at the top. Hopefully he’ll be on the road this year as well as your other Uncles so we can a good lads blow out. I’m also hoping that your mother doesn’t mind driving us in and back out of Port of Spain when we are covered in mud. I’m sure she won’t mind too much although the car rental people might have different idea’s.