Andy Roberts – As it happened – By Captain Elmo Jayawardena I knew Andy from years gone by. No one bothered with his real name, he was simply Andy Roberts, of course connected in some wav to cricket and the West Indian fast bowler. Andy’s mother, Cicilin, worked for Aunty Dee, job description, Major Domo in the kitchen, plus all the chores that went with a middle class home in the sixties. Big, charcoal black, that was Cicilin, hefty as a hippo, with a smile that sprouted through toothless gums and an abundance of breast that over flowed out of size forty two. Cicilin was ramrod at Dee’s home, duties including everything, plus occasionally spanking the little masters of the house hold. This was Sri Lanka, sans wars and turmoil, times of life in a lighter shade , slow lane and lazy stuff, where laughter came easy and plenty to ...