Thirty-one years ago this week the great Bob Marley passed away and ascended to the great Rasta heaven in the sky. For most of us, Marley was reggae and reggae was Marley. I remember the day he played in Dalymount in the summer of 1980. What I actually remember most (I was too young to go to the gig) was the lingering smell of ganga on the 7A bus that afternoon, as half of the ‘Noggin obviously skinned up on their way into town to pay homage the great man.