Is My Arse Red?

It actually happened. How often have we joked about it but every now and again you get a real live one. I sent an email to a colleague: I’m checking Gran’s eyes; today – five minutes ago. She’s 75 and has a fly and a cobweb running around in front of her one eye theContinue reading “Is My Arse Red?”

On Having Dof Friends

It’s a real challenge. This having to navigate the world surrounded by dof friends. I wrote to my ‘friends’ – it might have been early one morning; they might not have been fully awake: -original message-Subject: Where’s that?From: Pete <pete@sheila.co.za>Date: 06/06/2011 I was embarrassed that I had never heard of Sanya, a city that lookedContinue reading “On Having Dof Friends”

As Good Books Go

Talking about ‘fuck’ – I read a wonderful book ‘Duzi Fever’ by an entertaining old bugger Rob Gouldie who did the 1955 Dusi. I once heard him give a hilarious talk at Kingfisher. He told a lo-ong story of hardship, paddling, dragging canoes, breaking boats, chopping one up and stuffing it into the other, lunchContinue reading “As Good Books Go”

My Education Proceeds Apace

Two versions of “pace” on this morning’s school run: Tom – Dad, I PACED him (telling how he had run around some hapless defender on the rugby field). Faatima – I have to learn to PASTE myself when running (telling how she runs with her 18-Comrades-medals Dad). I learn a lot on the school runContinue reading “My Education Proceeds Apace”