Hubert approached a group of people in Malcolm Park. Without as much as a "by your leave" or "excuse me", he launched into a monologue that quickly became a sermon.

It started out rationally enough, but it soon became apparent that he was bonkers -- off his rocker. He started out by talking about history. Then he moved on to concepts of self and soul. Everyone in the group was uncomfortable. Hubert was in his bathroom slippers.

Then it switched to Jesus Christ and Sol Kerzner. And Paradise Island was no paradise. And we shouldn't worship Mammon. And IBM was out to get us. We looked at each other. You couldn't stop Hubert. He was pointing at the folks, and wouldn't give it up. Finally someone said, than you very much, but we are having a meeting here.

Hubert wrapped up with a flourish on some incoherent point and ambled away. A potcake was eating some fries tipped over on the grass.

It was sad. Hubert was off his rocker. He wasn't drinking. He had fallen a long way from sanity, and a state of grace.

If you are wondering what Hubert it was, it wasn't Hubigetty. It was Hubert Farrington. At one time he was the top ballet (and yoga) instructor in the Bahamas. Now he is virtually homeless, broke and wandering the streets of Nassau, preaching a gospel of incoherence. How sad.

Hubert approached a group of people in Malcolm Park. Without as much as a "by your leave" or "excuse me", he launched into a monologue that quickly became a sermon.
It started out rationally enough, but it soon became apparent that he was bonkers -- off his rocker. He started out by talking about history. Then he moved on to concepts of self and soul. Everyone in the group was uncomfortable. Hubert was in his bathroom slippers.
Then it switched to Jesus Christ and Sol Kerzner. And Paradise Island was no paradise. And we shouldn't worship Mammon. And IBM was out to get us. We looked at each other. You couldn't stop Hubert. He was pointing at the folks, and wouldn't give it up. Finally someone said, than you very much, but we are having a meeting here.
Hubert wrapped up with a flourish on some incoherent point and ambled away. A potcake was eating some fries tipped over on the grass.
It was sad. Hubert was off his rocker. He wasn't drinking. He had fallen a long way from sanity, and a state of grace.
If you are wondering what Hubert it was, it wasn't Hubigetty. It was Hubert Farrington. At one time he was the top ballet (and yoga) instructor in the Bahamas. Now he is virtually homeless, broke and wandering the streets of Nassau, preaching a gospel of incoherence. How sad.

OMG, are you serious! Mr. Farrington was my ballet teacher for many years. He was ALWAYS eccentric, but I never imagined this would happen to him. In fact, i thought he was dead, at least that is what I was led to believe when I inquired a while back.

Oh man, he was so talented, he was really strict and tough , but he really taught us the beauty of dance and the discipline that came along with being a Ballerina.

Man dat is sad.

OMG, are you serious! Mr. Farrington was my ballet teacher for many years. He was ALWAYS eccentric, but I never imagined this would happen to him. In fact, i thought he was dead, at least that is what I was led to believe when I inquired a while back.
Oh man, he was so talented, he was really strict and tough , but he really taught us the beauty of dance and the discipline that came along with being a Ballerina.
Man dat is sad.


YOU did ballet? Gal I tort you was a Tomboy.:shaky:

Hubert approached a group of people in Malcolm Park. Without as much as a "by your leave" or "excuse me", he launched into a monologue that quickly became a sermon.
It started out rationally enough, but it soon became apparent that he was bonkers -- off his rocker. He started out by talking about history. Then he moved on to concepts of self and soul. Everyone in the group was uncomfortable. Hubert was in his bathroom slippers.
Then it switched to Jesus Christ and Sol Kerzner. And Paradise Island was no paradise. And we shouldn't worship Mammon. And IBM was out to get us. We looked at each other. You couldn't stop Hubert. He was pointing at the folks, and wouldn't give it up. Finally someone said, than you very much, but we are having a meeting here.
Hubert wrapped up with a flourish on some incoherent point and ambled away. A potcake was eating some fries tipped over on the grass.
It was sad. Hubert was off his rocker. He wasn't drinking. He had fallen a long way from sanity, and a state of grace.
If you are wondering what Hubert it was, it wasn't Hubigetty. It was Hubert Farrington. At one time he was the top ballet (and yoga) instructor in the Bahamas. Now he is virtually homeless, broke and wandering the streets of Nassau, preaching a gospel of incoherence. How sad.

I see this man almost every day walking around town. It is so sad, this man was a prominent Bahamian who contributed to our arts and entertainment......
He is just so lonely, he'll talk to anyone.....

YOU did ballet? Gal I tort you was a Tomboy.:shaky:

Lil bit of both! i jus well-rounded! :)

Lil bit of both! i jus well-rounded! :)
mmmmmmmmm
well rounded woman, with curves, peaks and valleys. You better stop this fresh talk or their will be chaos!

Lil bit of both! i jus well-rounded! :)
treid not to get in on but i just could not help myself.:)

I see this man almost every day walking around town. It is so sad, this man was a prominent Bahamian who contributed to our arts and entertainment......
He is just so lonely, he'll talk to anyone.....
Can you describe him?

It was Hubert Farrington. At one time he was the top ballet (and yoga) instructor in the Bahamas. Now he is virtually homeless, broke and wandering the streets of Nassau, preaching a gospel of incoherence. How sad.

He seemed as if he had a good life. So what happened to him?

He seemed as if he had a good life. So what happened to him?


There are many of these persons that we see on the streets dat have all sorts of stories.I remeber there used to be a guy who used to beg at the foot of the bridge with one leg and he used to sleep along side the road.It was said that he was a defence for officer and went crazy after his wife left him.so sad but stuff happens sometimes to the best of us.

Lil bit of both! i jus well-rounded! :)


solid aye? Lawd doon kill me? You wasted that man's time.

There are many of these persons that we see on the streets dat have all sorts of stories.I remeber there used to be a guy who used to beg at the foot of the bridge with one leg and he used to sleep along side the road.It was said that he was a defence for officer and went crazy after his wife left him.so sad but stuff happens sometimes to the best of us.
dese no good, nasty ***** woman does send good decent Bahamian men crazy all the time. Government need to start a support group for good, decent Bahamian men, cause we at risk.

dese no good, nasty ***** woman does send good decent Bahamian men crazy all the time. Government need to start a support group for good, decent Bahamian men, cause we at risk.


Bey catch yaseff!!:sparky:

solid aye? Lawd doon kill me? You wasted that man's time.
what you talkin bout willis?:confused:

dese no good, nasty ***** woman does send good decent Bahamian men crazy all the time. Government need to start a support group for good, decent Bahamian men, cause we at risk.

From what I know that would not be the case.