Scarcely had folks recovered from the raid during Jazz -- oh yes, at the exclusive enclave not too far from the venue -- than came another. This time, at about 4:00 am in Upper St Andrew, leaving many clutching their pearls, panic buttons and weapons of mass destruction.

Hapless Landlords

Meetings are being held, as we speak, by concerned Norbrook residents... difficult, really, in these times, many have deduced, for landlords to decline cash in hand from, dare we suggest... a pretty woman.

New Club

Move over, members of the second wives' club and indeed, the president, and roll out the red carpet for the STUDS! Yes, you heard us: STUDS (spouses trailing under duress). Be warned... membership is heavily restricted.

Rat Whisperer

As if last week's raid wasn't bad enough, a search is now on in earnest for a rat whisperer. Yes, you heard us: someone who can rid the neighbourhood of vermin.

Farewell Whitney...

All very sad since she'd not even performed at Jazz.

À Bientôt!

PS: OMG! The words tumbled out before they could be stopped. "Where's the Marley hospital wing? The Marley School of Music? The Marley scholarships? Silence! Someone, please call 911.

PPS: This one is threatening to divide uptown: the trainer, the ring and the distraught wife. Your guess is as good as mine as to how it's all going to end. One thing is certain: the lady wants her ring back.

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