Sarah Britten

There are a lot of birds I love. There is the spectacularly coloured Bateleur Eagle — quite possibly my favourite favourite — with its red face and feet, chestnut back and underwing markings that conveniently distinguish male from female; the eccentric, snake-killing Secretarybird; the beautiful Lilac-breasted Roller, a rare blaze of colour in the winter […]

Once upon a time, dating across the so-called colour line was illegal in this country, and it was generally considered taboo everywhere else. Now, interracial dating is a growing global trend — there are plenty of interracial dating websites — and this is hardly surprising, given that many societies are liberalising and people have the […]

Years ago I went through something of an alternative phase. I burnt incense. I learned to read tarot cards (long story. Don’t ask). I also bought into notions of positive thinking and visualisation, which in many ways prefigured that most malign of publications, The Secret. In many ways, what triggered all of this was an […]

This morning as I was heading to work along Bryanston Drive, I spotted a black Merc coupe with the numberplate FINALLY. I wondered what this could possibly mean. Was this car a reward for years of hard work? A moan about the waiting list for Merc coupes? It was the automotive equivalent of Vaguebooking. The […]

The other evening, while downloading mail as I sat in the Rosebank Mugg & Bean and cursing the fact that the waiter had brought me wine that tasted like cooldrink, a student approached me. He launched into his sales pitch so quickly I had no time to ask him (politely) to leave me alone. Instead, […]