[A]s we finished dinner at Fido’s under one of the largest thatched roofs in the Caribbean, a posse of drunk English people came in and started screaming.
The local band, which was just warming up, was clearly experienced in dealing with such invasions. As the rest of the band continued setting up, the guitarist launched into an acoustic version of Oasis’s “Champagne Supernova”. Which immediately got the crowd maudlin and crying. Nothing like the oikiest song of the most loutish of English bands to pacify wild herds of Englishmen.
Just when we thought it was safe, the crowd started screaming for “Folsom Prison Blues.”
Talk about your lives living strange. And now I’m wondering if Johnny Cash kept a secret stash of oik.