There are some days that one never forgets. What happened, where you were, what you were doing and what followed. I was standing in my kitchen starting to get supper ready when I heard the news that Queen Elizabeth II had died. It got me thinking about how, in my life, I've lived history. It's … Continue reading Some September Stuff
For the last couple of days, I have been musing on the heady, awful and wonderful days of the mid-1980s. At the moment, there's a kind of pall hanging over South Africa which is a function of the nearly fifteen years of electrickery drama, ongoing corruption and impunity, only the surface of which Zondo has scratched. … Continue reading The dying memories of the 1980s: looking back to look at the now
Before I get going... It's week or so ago that shared what was, kinda the soundtrack of my life (on WordPress; on Hive). It was, in part a piece of fluff, but in others, not. In the final paragraph, I note - There are songs missing from this list and which I'd love to have … Continue reading le zoulou blanc – a man for all
I went cold. Not because a Cape Cobra had tried to join us for brunch. The moment The Husband and I rose from the table - in unison - he literally turned tail and headed back when he'd come. That was yesterday. This morning, going through the ritual Sunday chores, listening to the local radio … Continue reading Where were you when…?