Kanthan Pillay

The most engaging raconteur I have ever met

I first met Deon du Plessis at the Sunday Tribune offices in Field Street during the early 1980s where he was deputy editor. He was a giant of a man – I stand close to 6 feet tall, but he towered over me and was almost twice as broad as I am. By the time…

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Y the future …

My speech at the inauguration of the new Yfm building in Hyde Park on Friday, 19 February 2010 Friends, colleagues, ladies and gentlemen I was in Parliament last week sitting in the National Assembly for the State of the Nation address. Our president arrived, the national anthem began to play, and I stood up and…

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Lamenting the loss of innocence

If you knew that a rose would scream, would you still pluck it? Child abuse is one of my psychological buttons. I suppose my reaction to someone who is accused of doing any such thing is along the lines of religiously crazed Iranians when told that Salman Rushdie has committed blasphemy. My gut reaction is…

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State of the Nation Haiku

National Assembly An expanse of cleavage Crowned by botox Ambassadors Burnooses in the rain How ridiculous Sarel Cilliers Recited by Mattera Boers applaud uneasily Awaiting the chief The opposition Sits leaderless Amidst the poetry A cacophony of crassness From the media benches Heckles for Helen But a standing ovation For the Judiciary All rise for…

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Hitler’s legacy … sh!t happens

There’s a virtual ring that runs around Vienna’s inner city reflecting where the Austrian empire’s rulers once held sway and where Hitler arrived to a tumultuous welcome from some 250 000 Austrians about 70 years ago. In relative terms, that was almost yesterday. Today, there is an art exhibition in the city called Restitution reflecting…

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Happy birthday Mr Morris

“It was the worst of times, it was the best of times; it was the age of foolishness, it was the age of wisdom; it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the epoch of belief; it was the season of Darkness, it was the season of Light; it was the winter of despair, it…

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In defence of David Bullard …

(I must be out of my flippin’ tree! … Writing this particular blog, I mean. Might just as well swim out past the shark nets after acupuncture. Oh well, bring ’em on …) Let’s be perfectly clear on one thing. I do not particularly like David Bullard. I would not invite the man to dinner,…

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A man who helped me dream

“Having done several thousand interviews in all media, I’m now completely fed up with talking (even about myself). Everything anyone needs to know will be found in my own writings … ” February 8 1999 It’s a sweltering day in what is definitely one of the most beautiful places in the known universe. Three-wheeled taxis…

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Mine’s bigger than yours — for now, anyway

Most good jokes can be carried off with just the punchline. Note the following: “No signora, ees not my feenger …” “I tried to stop swallowing, but it was all one piece!” “Declawed? I thought you said deboned?” “So the bear picked up the rabbit and wiped his ass with it.” “Perhapth I should rephwase…

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Lying, traitorous blackguards …

It’s Friday and into my mailbox pops the words of another famous blogger. Herewith the words of El Presidente … To remind all of us of what it means to be a member of the ANC, at our 2005 National General Council, I quoted the Oath contained in the ANC Constitution, to which all ANC…

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