A very personal one starer

Once upon a time I spent two years in Cape Town.  Just a nineteen year old know nothing boy, off to the other side of the world, to pastures new and all that.  I can’t deny I didn’t have a blast, because I did.  The experience changed me, opened my mind up to the...

Growing up and kids of today

I turn thirty five next year so I suppose in outward appearance I do very much resemble that of a grown up.  I have hair springing from places I wasn’t aware hair could grow like the inch thick big black pube I found growing on my outer ear a few days ago.  How long...

The Sacred and Seasonal Cow

I love barbecuing, or braaiing as I still refer to it, and if you have read my Checking Out novella series you will know this to be true. So imagine my complete disgust when, upon waking up to a brief day of sunshine and heading off down to the local supermarket for...

That Comfort Blanket

I never really had one that I can remember. Growing up as a child I can vaguely recall action figures and the odd toy, but I didn’t have anything which could be construed as a source of comfort like a blanket or a favourite teddy bear (my Hannibal Smith A-team action...

10,000 reasons for gratitude

A year ago, or there about, I sat down one day and turned on my laptop, clicking away at the writing files and folders I had created once upon a time. ROBS WRITING Click WORKS IN PROGRESS COMPLETED Click (on the COMPLETED file) I wanted cheering up. Work as a bar...