BC Pires
is a barrister by qualification (class of 1984) but, for the last 28 years, has done nothing but write to earn a living. His flagship column, Thank God It’s Friday, has appeared in either the Trinidad Guardian or the Trinidad Express since Ash Friday, 1988. He has written about film from an informed lay perspective for the same period and is as close as the cricket-playing West Indies gets to a film critic (though he refuses that label). He has written for many publications, including the London Sunday Observer and the London & Manchester Guardian. Since 2010, his personality-based feature, “Trini/’Bago to D Bone” has been appearing in the Trinidad Guardian. Since 2002, he has been the editor of Cré Olé, the Trinidad & Tobago annual restaurant guide.This week’s TGIF, Trini to d bone and BC on TV
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High, Low, Sean, Game
Saturday, October 24, 2020 Filed in: Trini to d Bone
My name is Sean Adrian Bartholomew and I wrote an all-fours app.
I’m a racist though. My all-fours app is only compatible with Apple phones and computers.
I come from the East/West corridor. Raised in Mt Lambert, moved to Tunapuna, then Arima, where my parents still reside. I rented in Valsayn at age 21. Bought my own home at 26 in Maraval and lived there till I migrated to the USA at 36. I live in Kansas now.
I am married to Teryn Bartholomew. Landon, our son, is eight and our daughter Lincoln is three. I went to Trinity Junior School, St. Mary’s College and UWI.
I began using my middle name, Adrian, when I migrated in 2000. No one in the US knows me as Sean but no one back home knows me as Adrian. I subconsciously judge who my real friends are back home by what has now become the first name filter: when they address me as ‘Adrian’ - obviously they don’t know me.
I was raised Catholic. My parents are Catholic, my mother very much involved with the church. My music teacher, my great-aunt, Amy Bartholomew, left her house and all her pianos to her church. I am an atheist. I don’t understand how people can claim God is omnipotent yet hold him only responsible for the “good" phenomena, never the “bad". They praise him when surviving a bad accident but don’t blame him for the accident itself. Sounds like extortion to me.