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 . . )”

Raptures & Ruptures at ‘The Dev’

From: PeteSubject: The Hotel Devonshire – famous againSent: 23 May 2011 I see the “rapture” crazies chose the Dev to await the end of their world.In some ways the Dev was the beginning of mine! “Buite die Devonshire-hotel in Braamfontein, waar Suid-Afrikaanse aanhangers van die wegraping-kultus saamgetrek het om op die eindtyd te wag, hetContinue reading “Raptures & Ruptures at ‘The Dev’”

A trumpet? Or were we just trumped?

We would meet on The Bend, Kai’s paradise on the Tugela outside Bergville. The guys from Doories in Johannesburg studying to be optometrists and engineers at the Wits Tech and the gals from NTC in Pietermaritzburg, studying to be teachers of the future fine upstanding youth of SA. We would meet specifically to practice settingContinue reading “A trumpet? Or were we just trumped?”