Virtuoso

Miss Underwood taught Mom Mary to play the piano and taught her very well; she then also taught big sister Barbara to play and taught her quite well, too; in my imagination this set off the following family discussion: Let’s send little Kosie to her as well! He’s such a delicate little chap. If heContinue reading “Virtuoso”

Scotland the Brave 3

Miz Zobbs was scathing: Why can’t any of you whistle? Listen to Claudio! HE can whistle. Show them Claudio. It takes a boy from Italy to show you lot how to whistle! Poor old Claudio Bellato dutifully pursed his lips and tootled some Italian to show us how it was done while probably thinking .Continue reading “Scotland the Brave 3”

Pedestrian Knocked Down!

I arrived back in town for the weekend from JHB – 1976 or 1977 – in my shiny new grey and grey 1965 Opel Rekord I’d got from Mom and Dad for my 21st. Saturday morning I phoned Tabbo. What’s happening in the City of Sin and Laughter? The usual. Nothing. Come on out toContinue reading “Pedestrian Knocked Down!”

Koos Kombi

Today Mother Mary took a break from playing the piano. She suddenly remembered a time Mona du Plessis came to her after a ‘do’ at the town hall. These memories come and go so she must tell them as she thinks of them. Mona said to me – says Mary – “While we were atContinue reading “Koos Kombi”

Memories Military

You give some old bullets the internets, and what happens” – A bunch of unlikely and involuntary ‘soldiers’ reminisce . . One fine day in October 2018 I walked into work and my practice manager Raksha said, ‘A lady wants you to phone her. She says she thinks you were in the army with herContinue reading “Memories Military”

My Wild Days – Stepping Out, Clubbing

Found this picture on the ‘net. It says “The Doors Nightclub Johannesburg”. It reminds me very strongly of my impression of an unusual night on the town with young Fotherby, back in the Jurassic. I was just as boring then as I am now. My idea of a good night out was find a pub,Continue reading “My Wild Days – Stepping Out, Clubbing”

Doories Daze

On 2018/12/18 Stephen Reed wrote: Had a late afternoon chat with Stanrey Kraarke this afternoon . . ( that would be a phone call across the Tasman Sea ) Pete replied: Ah, good to hear the ancient old bullet is still alive!! Hoezit Kev!!? ( I have cc’d him here) I can’t think of DooriesContinue reading “Doories Daze”

Quinquireme of Nineveh

I remember one poem from high school. One. Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores, With a cargo ofContinue reading “Quinquireme of Nineveh”

The Bedwetters

Me and Sarah. When one of my favourite comedians Sarah Silverman wrote her autobiography she compared herself to Ernest Hemingway and Fyodor Dostoevsky,  classing herself as a brilliant and serious writer . . that’s Sarah. Bashful. And also bashfully, her book’s ‘afterword’ is by God. He – yes, HIM – writes about Silverman in theContinue reading “The Bedwetters”

Seeking to Dodge Salvation

Stephen Charles Reed sent a terrible picture of a recovering drunk back in the old days. Around 1980. He found this poor soul asleep on the covered veranda of his top floor flat in 10th Avenue off Clarence Road in Windermere, Durban and cruelly photographed him, him unknowing. Sleeping with his specs on so asContinue reading “Seeking to Dodge Salvation”