Cayman Islands rum cake
A love letter, written in blood.
Many people around the world make it their business to deal with Cayman Islands special purpose vehicles. It couldn't get much more exotic - John Grisham novels, critical faxes running out of paper and saving Tom Cruise’s bacon; gangsters throwing money-launderers to the crocs[1] and of course a whole, crazy, swinging scene out there of inter-marital jiggery pokery - the island is about the size of Poole so there's no real surprise people wind up in each others' spouses beds especially in hurricane season.
- —Oh look! my car is in the neighbour’s tree!
- —And so is my launch!
- —And there’s the missus is on the kitchen table of the neighbour’s condo!
Great Scott, I’m digressing. But did you have any idea writing board resolutions could be so exciting? Me neither.
Anyhow, the sad cadre of London-bound lawyers who commission and then have to review this board minutes and only long for the exotic spice of island life. Is anyone every going to stump up to let you actually go out there?
the closes you will get is when the corporate service providers out there send you the annual thank-you for your custom over the year. By time-honoured tradition they do this by means of an air-mailed Tortuga Cayman Islands rum cake.
- ↑ Runner Runner. Untrue.