Dear John
It is strange to start a letter like that. It has the connotations of a break-up. That we are splitting up, parting ways. Well, in some ways we are. I'm going deep undercover in Australia. For the next while, I will be living like a bog...
There are bunch of teachers on strike. They want more money or something. I don't blame them, we all want more money, and sometimes removing your services is the only way to get that. I don't know if they deserve any more money or if they are just ta...
So Robert Mugabe is still here. He is still running Zimbabwe, he is still buying suits in Hong Kong. He is still causing his country misery, and his so-called war vets are still acting like war criminals. But one thing is new: our government has adop...
I am not sure why JZ wants to gag the media because the media does a pretty good job of gagging itself. Through the selective targeting of the wealthy classes, papers like the Sunday Times, the Argus, and the Mail & Guardian effectively silence t...
Views: 1703 | 60 Comments » | posted on Saturday, August 14th, 2010 | Tags: none
To be rich would be a wonderful thing. Now, I don't mean to have a nice car and a nice home, but really rich. Rich like a Kennedy or a Bush. Rich like the GDP of a small to medium country. Because when you are rich, when you are famous and absolutely...
I am sinking into my chair, my head is floppy and my eyes are at half-mast. I have succumbed to chronic Durban-ness. I can barely tap the keyboard. I would pay someone to tap it for me, but that would mean going indoors to make a phone call or someth...
Views: 1055 | 12 Comments » | posted on Tuesday, June 29th, 2010 | Tags: Durban
There is a distinct meme out there on the internet, and to some extent on the streets, that the world is hating on us. That everyone is out to spoil our party, to take away our vuvuzelas and poo-poo on our parade. Every day all I read on Twitter, Fac...
I like rugby, no scratch that, I love rugby. I know football is meant to be our thing at the moment, but I really do love rugby. And I love Tendai Mtawarira. If I could adopt him as my brother, I would. I'm not too sure if adoption works that way, ma...
It is time again to leave this town. To go. I will miss Amsterdam and her whims. I will miss the shops that never open. The waiters who stand behind the bar, chatting, never knowing that you are there. Or at least, doing a very good job to pretend. I...
I went to university in Durban in the mid 90s. I had a bunch of Muslim kids in my class. There were no beefs, no thoughts of "the other". Just some other kids. There was Aisha from Zimbabwe -- the chick who bounced between being a Muslim and a commun...
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David Smith is a world famous artist and a British Olympic hammer thrower. He is a curler for Scotland and Manitoba. A pro wrestler fondly known as the British Bulldog. A Canadian economist and a Mormon missionary they call the Sweet Singer of Israel. He is a British historian and a bishop. David Smith is the biographer of HG Wells, a professor of physics, a composer and a music teacher at Yale. He played rugby for Samoa, England and New Zealand. He created the Melissa worm, a deadly computer virus. He is the Guardian's man in Africa, he starred in a reality TV show and shot his way to silver in the 600m military rifle prone position at the 1920 Summer Olympics in Antwerp.
But this isn't that David Smith. This is the blog of the other David Smith. David J Smith. The bum who was unemployed and loving it in Durban but then had to get un-unemployed because his Australian wife got pregnant and wanted to go back to Australia to be near her mum. Who could blame her? She's having a kid with that bum. Yup, you know who I'm talking about. Yes, him. The David Smith who likes to write about himself in the third person.
