I am not big on reggae crowds. I find them for the most part dirty and rough. Not rough around the edges, I mean plain rough.

It's not that I'm a coward, it's that I know not to go spend my money where I have to constantly watch my back. I am not speaking from ignorance. I attended some Tarrus Riley concert and regretted it. I still do to this day.

Contractual issues aside, I am not the enemy. So when punks started hurling bottles and other missiles at the stage I was caught up in the crossfire. Add to that the fact that Eastlands yobs feel they have the right to pilfer and accost and you have a volatile situation. Now add me to that mix with my temperament and we have an explosive situation realizing it's true potential.

So you have to excuse me when I attended a reggae event hosted by Kriss Darling at Best Western expecting ratchetry. I was sorely disappointed.

For starters, no daggering. Bah! The crowd was old and mature. They were there to enjoy their reggae and show out! No really, guys were flexing heavy. Even spotted a lad with a fugazzi Royal Oak... Peer pressure is real.

But away from that, the event was rather interesting. Check out the photo gallery below: