Many years ago I met a young Rasta guy on the beach early one morning and we proceeded to chat for a while. As we shared his spliff he explained to me how he had inherited his grandfathers' property up on the cliffs and with his chickens, goats, fruit trees, garden plot and ample fishing front he was now a "yardie" and along with his bicycle he had "every ting I need, mon". Since that day my dream has been to become an "old yardie". And now I have the "old" part down but still no yard.