One day I will leave this country and I will never forget: In the humid summers I perspire a lot and whenever I walk into a shop an assistant offers me tissues. The other day the newspaper vendor lady insisted I take a whole packet, no charge. Sheez … I will never forget the little […]
Lifestyle
Men: Moving from power to purpose
By Suntosh Pillay Why is it that men mostly join organisations and committees where they have some position of power and rarely offer themselves simply as volunteers who want to make a positive difference? This was just one of the questions posed at the launch of the UKZN Men’s Forum (UMF) a few weeks ago. […]
Hands off my beloved brown bottle
I reiterate — I love beer. The golden nectar is truly a gift from the Almighty. There is a quote attributed to Benjamin Franklin that goes “beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy” and I believe that this may not be far from the truth. My happiest moments have […]
If only time was more like plasticine
I am typing this as I sit in one of our boardrooms. I’m waiting for a meeting. I’m always waiting for meetings. Nobody ever shows up at the time at which Outlook says a meeting should start; sometimes it’s because I didn’t get the update, or there’s been a last-minute cancellation, or everybody else has […]
So this is menopause (the male variety)
Age is often the determining factor when judging certain modes of behaviour. Take drunkenness, for example. A twenty-year-old who drinks too much and ends up spewing his lunch all over the road is quite funny (“Youth must have its fling” etc). A thirty-year-old who does it is reprehensible (“Time to grow up, don’t you think!?”). […]
A Canuck Kaapie
By Adam Currie I sent my original letter to you a few months ago as a beaming with pride South African, voicing my democratic rights in Trafalgar Square … what a day, boerie, ballots and acronyms galore … My how things have changed … For one I fell for a fine Canadian lass — lets […]
How much would you pay to be disrespected for an evening?
There are some serious self-abusers walking our city streets at night. I’m not referring to criminals and junkies, though granted some of the fashion choices (the scarring of my retinas is only fading now after seeing a young man wearing bottle-green skinny jeans again the other night) and the insatiable thirst for the vile agave-flavoured […]
The Pope and Balaam’s ass
I am a Catholic, albeit a semi-practising one. Don’t make me go into the detail — let’s just say the missus is not perpetually knocked up despite our nocturnal scrums every Tuesday night. I don’t have the full complement of Catholic sacraments but I have received Baptism, Holy Communion, Confirmation and Marriage. They’re still hogging […]
The future of The Silwane Files
I suppose it was always inevitable. Someone was bound to see my column in the Sunday Times, add one and one and get eleven. Look, I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a bunch of immature gits who find titillation in sordid tales about teenagers fornicating in public restrooms. But […]
Murdered by sex?
This morning, a popular radio DJ discussed a British HIV awareness campaign, which he felt was one of the hardest hitting campaigns he had ever seen. In the TV ad the television viewer gets a visual of a sex scene, where the camera is placed so that the viewer should feel that s/he is in […]
Neighbours who have loud sex
I’m not a hater of people who enjoy their hanky-panky. But please keep the loud sound effects contained to the privacy of your bedroom, lounge, kitchen, bathroom or the top of your fridge, wherever the hell you like to have it. I suspect someone’s saying to themselves right now “much anger in you I sense […]
Why do we love the bush the way we do?
The bush. Before those of you who fancy yourselves as connoisseurs of the pun bring forth your double entendres, I will state that there’s nothing sexual about this blog entry, or related to narcotics for that matter. No, what I mean is the bush, that mysterious admixture of hardekool smoke and veld, days of dust […]