I once encountered a bumbling band of belligerent baboons, whilst bounding through the backwoods of Borneo because of a blunderous bonner reading banana stained travel books on my way to Busan, Korea. Now Borneo being basically the same as Barbados, both being ocean bound land bearing mounds, I submit, the buttered brioche are basically baked, barbecued and basted the same. And yet, I could not tell, for the band of belligerent baboons swept them from my fingers before my first bite. While I gave chase, the Borneo brambles proved burdensome and I had no buttered brioche. The memories of the blue bull balls linger still. I can’t wait to return to the blue grass of Ky, and begin tipping bulls again.