Rust in Warden

Rust in Vrede means Rest in Peace. Rust in Warden was anything but peaceful on account of an invasion of hooligans from the Last Outpost of the British Empire – a flock of unruly wimmin studying to be teachers back in March 1976. It took us gentlemen from behind the boerewors curtain in the salubriousContinue reading “Rust in Warden”

“Like God Clearing His Throat”

Me and Stephen Charles Reed, First Son of Clarens Vrystaat, were talking V8’s back in 2012 when he delivered that spot-on description of the sound they make as they roar off, windgat, into the distance. I replied: Oh, I DO like that description! That’s GOOD! When you hear that at a traffic light you delayContinue reading ““Like God Clearing His Throat””

Hairspray

Just been checking some crested guineafowl in Mkhuze and they reminded me of an SAOA Natal Branch meeting we had in our waiting room in Musgrave Centre, way back in the early eighties. Ballin had just had a stylish haircut and waltzed in with his new “do”. I said to Geoff Kay “crested guineafowl” andContinue reading “Hairspray”