I don’t know what made me think of Hagen Engler recently, but through a near-random series of mouseclicks I ended up on his website/blog. Actually, that would have been what made me think of him – I was on his website. Hagen is Editor of FHM Magazine and one of the more underrated writers in [Continue]
Jayne and I went to the theatre the other day. For the young among you, theatre is like YouTube but with curtains, an interval and winegums. And no buffering. The Kalk Bay Theatre is one of those endearing performance spaces that restore my faith in live theatre. No-one is out to make a quick buck, [Continue]
When a stranger leans over to me and says “Won’t you keep an eye on my bag/seat/table please…I just need to have a quick smoke/go to the loo/feed my meter” an irrational anger, induced by an icy fear floods my system. Is it just me? Don’t misunderstand – I have no problem with random acts [Continue]
Came across this video on YouTube – don’t know why it is titled “Banned Advert” because the description says it wasn’t. It’s very powerful…well done SABC 1 (ever think you’d hear me say that???) [Continue]
I received an email today in a response to an idea I’d sent someone. It was one of those “let’s put something together here that we all benefit from” ideas that I was quite excited by. The response read simply: “I like the idea in principle.” That was it. Except for a signature line that [Continue]
About ten years ago I sat in a icy mobile SAfm radio studio in Grahamstown during the Festival. I was “driving the desk” for a recording that was taking place. Behind the microphone was Monica Fairall, and her guest was a holistic healer of some sort who specialised a swinging crystal pendulum that was meant [Continue]
I’m a relative newcomer to the Twitstream. Usually a rapid adopter of new technologies, I’m not sure why it took me so long to get my head around the value of Tweets. I half-heartedly opened an account a few months back, but it has only been in the last week or two that I’ve become [Continue]
I type this from the back of a taxi barreling its way to Cape Town airport. I’m not entirely sure why we’re barreling, though, because I’m going to miss my plane and there seems to be little point risking life and limb to shorten the four hour wait until the next flight. It’s still going [Continue]
