The Good, the Bad, and the Lost. (A morning ritual part 1)

Oh the joys of the morning ritual. Things are going well, everything is nice, I’m snorkelling in a small lagoon off the coast of North Africa, surface diving and swimming down deeper to investigate the underwater paradise. A school of fish swim by and say hello and I...

No more pocket money at 35

Do you remember when you were a kid? When the days were long and full of adventure, when you’d have jam butties (sandwiches) for tea (dinner/supper depending where in the world you’re from) and the school holidays seemed to take forever to come around and then passed...

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...