I'm at GoldenEye. It's preposterously lovely. When we arrived, I spent a brief minute raging against the absurdity of such luxury and the vanity and profanity of the super-rich. It was a short-lived madness. I then spent slightly longer rendered morose by the fact I'll never be able to afford to stay at such places if paying my own way. Finally I remembered to be grateful for such fortune and enjoy the fact that I'm here. I expect to repeat this pattern regularly for the duration of my stay. I think Cedric may be starting to find my polemicising boring. He has no right to complain. After all, I've spent a lifetime listening to this claptrap. 

Had lunch with John Baker. Took my time to realise that he's the guy who founded Gee Street and connect Gee Street to Geejam. Having done so, I gushed in embarrassing fashion and insisted on demonstrating I knew all the words to 'Straight Out The Jungle'. It's not a good look. Took a tour of the Blue Lagoon (as in 'The Blue Lagoon') on the back of a bamboo barge piloted by a guy called Danny who must have been 60, but looked about 16 - good genes in this neck of the woods. Then, walking along Winnefred Beach (above), I discovered that Rick, our guide, is none other than the guy who directed the seminal 'Dancehall Queen' and Ice T's 'I'm Your Pusher' video ... again, somewhat starstruck, felt it necessary to demonstrate my repertoire of old school hip hop lyrics. I only hope I've grown out of such behaviour by the time N (Jr) clocks how embarrassing I am.

I spent most of the day with The Jolly Boys, Jamaica's finest mento band and the reason for this trip. We walked the streets of Port Antonio and I tried to picture Errol Flynn on every corner. He once owned half the town, you see, plus Navy Island, just off shore. I had some success until I saw a photo of the man himself and realised I had him confused with Clark Gable.