Prudishness

Am I being too sensitive? It was a very small thing. In London or New York it would be laughably unremarkable. In Anguilla it is evidence that the Last Days are upon us. On page 23 of The Anguillian Newspaper for September 4^th there was this small ad. Normally I would have missed it. But, it was strategically located in the dead centre of the small-ad page. The language was, for Anguilla, coquettish in the extreme. So suggestive, I had to go back to read it a second time before I was sure of what I was seeing.

Normally, I would suggest an undercover operation. But, then, the entire male contingent of the Royal Anguilla Police Force would become their best customers!

I want to suggest that one of you disinterested gentlemen call for an appointment. You in the back, stop jumping up and down with both hands in the air!

Seriously, so this is what Anguilla has come to. In their early days of their administration, the boast was that no work permits would be given to overseas workers to do any job that could be filled by a local. Now, in the closing days of the United Front government we have even outsourced ‘massages’ to Oriental masseurs?

There are questions that must be answered.

Are no beautiful young Anguillian ladies qualified for the position?

Do these young ladies have work permits?

Were they approved by our Christian Minister of Labour?

Who holds the shares in the company?