Technicolor Yawns

Now we know why, when you have had a few too many, your lumpy laughter can be so spectacular . . Check out ‘bevshots‘ where some dude had a sudden thought – probly while suitably under the affluence of incohol. BevShots® are photographs of alcohol under a microscope.  These high-quality photographs of your favorite beers,Continue reading “Technicolor Yawns”

Mix Your Drinks, Add River Water

It was advice from my chairman and as a new, fairly young member, I trusted him implicitly. You add sherry to your beer, said Allie Peter with a knowing nod. When we got to the bottle store in Cradock he spotted me at the till with a dozen Black Labels and a bottle of OldContinue reading “Mix Your Drinks, Add River Water”

Smuggies. And Justice.

A visit to Tuffy, then stationed on the Bluff in Durban with Recce Battalion was a happy reunion. There he was in uniform and me with long hair, his student mate from Harrismith. He introduced me to his sergeant ‘Vingers’ Kruger and all his comrades and announced we’d be partying tonight. We started off atContinue reading “Smuggies. And Justice.”

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”

Eina! and Skande!

. . and then tragedy. Original message from Etienne Joubert in 2014 – (translation below) Good morning all you Harrismith followers! Who was Paul de Witt . . ?? . .  Skande gemaak vir Harrismith se mense. KAAPSTAD – ’n Predikant en bekende restaurateur in Hentiesbaai is Maandag in die vroeë oggendure deur doeanebeamptes metContinue reading “Eina! and Skande!”

Strictly Come Langarm

We had a few gatherings in the long, wide and high Gailian lounge / dining room / bar while the cats were away and the lightly inebriated mice came out to play. Luckily Hec & Stell would regularly gallivant off to Kruger Park and other places in their yellow and white kombi. ‘Don’t worry’ TabsContinue reading “Strictly Come Langarm”

Twaalf Eiers

Alf Beyers, son of the Hoof of the Hoerskool in Petrus Steyn OFS, struck enormous good fortune on leaving the village and striking out for the big smoke of lower Doornfontein, Johannesburg, city of sin and laughter. It was akin to winning the lottery. He was allocated me as his room-mate. Dropping our suitcases onContinue reading “Twaalf Eiers”

House (mistress) Trained

Willie the housemaster of the Doornfontein residence of the Witwatersrand College for Advanced Technical Education was a good ou. In the fickle lottery of life he drew the short straw when we moved in to the room adjacent to the housemasters conjugal apartment that he shared with his long-suffering wife. Willie tried his best. WeContinue reading “House (mistress) Trained”

My Best Man (confessions about . . )

My Best Man, I have always said, is one of the most honest upright people I’ve known. I’ve said this for many years. It isn’t strictly true. One dark night in Deepest Darkest Doornfontein, shortly after having been crowned The Official Inebriated World Dartsh Championsh of The World, the story of which famous victory hasContinue reading “My Best Man (confessions about . . )”

Round The Bend

Mandy’s reply on the 21st post reminded me of The Bend – that sacred pilgrimage site we would repair to as part of growing up and learning wisdom and wonder. Also drinking, puking and dancing. Especially drinking. It was like Mecca. We searched the whole of Joburg all term long for girls and women andContinue reading “Round The Bend”