I’m pretty sure Dan Brown lost that symbol of his on Twitter. I know this because, unlike active twitterers, I lurk in the shadows and read what they tweet. And sometimes they tweet things like, “RT @spytap: @wildurst @antichrista Yay! #shoutout #it’sbeenawhile #justsaying”. This now passes for a sentence on Twitter — a series of […]
Hansie Smit
Hansie Smit is a self-employed writer. He spends a lot of time in coffee shops tapping into free wi-fi making sure he buys a bran muffin every time to ease the inevitable guilt he feels getting something for free. Hansie received a Diploma in Copywriting from the prestigious AAA School of Advertising in Cape Town. He often picks up spelling mistakes in brand communication taking time out of his day to write to said brand to point it out. He does this free of charge. He's won a Silver Pendoring and almost won a Loerie.
For more of his stunning insight and weighted opinion, visit his website at www.freehance.co.za or follow him on Twitter @freehance
An open letter to open letters
Dear Letters You might not be aware of this but you are making one helluva comeback here in the Republic of South Africa. In this age of emails, SMSs and tweets our country is knuckling down getting back to basics sorting things out with good old fashioned letters. Fake, red, legal, formal – we do […]
Charlie’s crazy, Kuli’s crazy, Gaddafi’s crazy — we’re ALL crazy
It’s been going around. Even Barack Obama is crazy. Instead of sending Libya’s hallucinating leader some anti-psychotics, he accuses him of delusions of grandeur and strategically positions his navy close-by ready to fight craziness with craziness. That’s crazy. The same type of crazy Pravin Gordhan must be if he thinks we’ll stop partying if he […]
A day in the life of Bono
It’s Sunday morning. You touch down in a new country to promote an album you made back in ’09. Your shiny Learjet comes to a halt on Lanseria’s tarmac. You stick your hand out the window and sense it’s going to be a scorcher. You fling open the cupboard and pick out the thinnest black […]
It’s your municipality, pal
The municipal elections are here and with it voter apathy. Or translated: young people who don’t vote. To be fair, the word municipal has about as much appeal to a young person as a fun-filled evening playing bridge. Adding elections to municipal makes it even worse. To grab the attention of a young person you […]
How to act foreign at a local backpackers
I recently slipped up at a backpackers in Cape Town and greeted the guy behind reception with a friendly “howzit”. He gave me one look and asked me to leave. It’s no secret SA backpackers have a dirty habit of turning away locals. As a local I can’t afford mistakes like that. I’m living in […]
Disturbing beach habits 2
Will the 85-year-old lady with the droopy breasts please cover up and you with the size 12 Caterpillars on, take them off. The beach is full of sand. Sand feels good between your toes. You won’t feel the sand with the Caterpillars on. Grass rugby fields is where they play touchies and if one more […]
Disturbing beach habits
Sex, volleyball, metal detecting — the beach lends itself to so much yet some human endeavours here defy logic. We’re already stripped down to our bare necessities — a deranged minority even prancing around in Speedos — is it really necessary to go the whole nine yards and disgrace humanity with outlandish behaviour? Ab crunches, […]
SA’s WikiLeaks
• The All Blacks were poisoned before the 95 World Cup final. • Carte Blanche’s theme song is pre-programmed to be louder than anything else on TV on Sunday nights. • Thabo Mbeki had a love affair with Robert Mugabe from 1999 to 2002. • The Parks Board planned to kill the alien goats roaming […]
It’s getting emoticon crazy out there
Last week I received no less than three yellow faces. Up from zero the week before. If Yellow Face Fever is sweeping the country, shoot me now. Nothing brings an email to its knees like a grinning yellow idiot at the bottom of it. I really can’t understand why grown-ups who sit in air conditioned […]
How not to network
I’m just sitting here cutting out business cards from this old Rice Krispies box. Last night was my first real networking experience at Cape Town’s One of Many & Only. Didn’t go too well. I pitched up at the event carrying a tent and a backpack; sweating profusely after a long walk from the waterfront’s […]
Why only Cape Town?
I think I speak for all Capetonians when I say wtf is up with tighter restrictions on the Mother City’s drinking time?! If you haven’t heard of this I suggest you put your mid-morning margarita down and give the following a read. The new by-laws stipulate that from January the new drinking hours for pubs, […]