On the morning of the 4th of November, I had a near death experience. All the news feeds on the internet were showing that, instead of MAGA (Mega Arsehole Going Awry), Trump was doing a remarkable job of keeping his end up so to speak. Given his age, he must be mainlining Viagra along with his daily cocktail of orange preservative with a twist of hydroxy-chloroquine. No wonder Melania keeps giving him her icy slit-eyed Slavic stares and silent don’t you dares. Although Slow Joe had been quick out of the blocks, it seemed improbable to me that he could flip all the states needed to reach 270 votes as Trump was ahead in most. Being a straight up and down kind of guy, it further seemed unlikely that he would come from behind. Instead, MAGA flipped him and the world the bird as well as a few hamburgers which he chowed down to give himself strength for his 2am press conference after the polls had closed. Hoping to catch Slow Joe tucked up bed with a hot milk, he magnanimously claimed victory.Continue reading
I’ve heard of the word cenotaph and was aware that one existed at the corner of Rink Street and Park Drive. Apart from merely noting its presence whilst driving hither and thither to Varsity, I never pondered the meaning of the word. The odd ph letter grouping gives the hint that it has a Greek origin but that was about as far my thinking went. After all, there were far more important things to ponder as a young man. The truth is more revealing or shocking or startling, depending on how you look at it.
Main picture: Unveiling of the Cenotaph on the 10th November 1929Continue reading
This blog does not represent the story of these bridges. Rather it represents an attempt to link every photo of a bridge to the correct bridge mentioned by Margaret Harradine. This was more difficult that it seems as many bridges were destroyed multiple times. The original caption on a photo never identifies whether the bridge was in fact the second or even third bridge at that location.
Main picture: The bridge shown in this photo has now been identifiedContinue reading
Like the overwhelming majority of Europeans of my generation in PE I was born in the Provincial Hospital – Sandford Block to be precise. Not for us the home births in a Tepee with a dreamcatcher gently twirling in the breeze while a Mother Earth midwife rocks on her haunches as she chants incomprehensible jargon. No, for all the talk about being tougher, my parent’s generation for once were wusses and did not do it au naturel like their mothers – sterile hospital birth it was.
Main picture: Parking lot exit into Buckingham Road – the scene of my denouement in early 1975 while on a mercy mission to visit a friend.Continue reading
I am increasingly of the opinion that the wearing of masks is an imperative. I have just finished listening to a Czech doctor who said that it is mandatory to wear masks the moment they step outside and their infection rate is testimony to those measures. I’m not talking about the N95 mask but the ordinary pleated mask. Its all about risk reduction.Continue reading
When I was directed by an email link to this video (https://www.youtube.com/embed/BC1l4geSTP8) I thought I had been sneakily misdirected to a televangelist’s video – he looked just like your common or garden mercenary TV pastor/charlatan.
I must admit that I did not get past the first minute of his presentation when his earnest piercing eyes forced me to shut him down before I did the coyote trick and chewed my arm off. So, this will not be a comprehensive refutation of his claims but I got enough of his drift and arguments early on and I did not wish to waste my life any further than I had to. It’s all been said before.Continue reading
If one doubts the terrible economic consequences of the disease, then these Nasa photos will jolt you out of your complacency. They show the amount of Nitrogen Oxide in the atmosphere which is primary due to the usage of motor cars but also any industrial process that burns fuels at high temperatures.
The first photo overs a period in January before lockdown – voluntary as well as involuntary – and the second covers the period after it has taken effect.
Disclaimer: As apposed to my brother Dean, I should be the long distance runner in the family. I, in my callow youth, was short, wiry and ornery (but mostly just went my own way). Suddenly one day in standard 9 the ugly duckling became a ‘swan’. From always being on the ground in the annual class photographs I suddenly found myself in the second row – heady times. In Matric, I proudly took my place alongside all those guys in the back row who had played rugby lock their whole lives – traditionally reserved for the tallest while the coach struggled to find a position where he could hide me. I might have got tallish, but I never got broad, let alone broadish. I left Varsity a tad under 6 ft and weighing in at 73kg. By the age of 55 I had put on weight – I weighed 75kg. I was long distance material – rangy and still a bit ornery. Dean, my elder brother by 4 years, was not the archetypal long distance runner. He was an inch or two shorter than me and struggled with his extra poundage for his whole life. In addition, a very, very septic burst appendix (caused by our sister Cheryl, a tough little shit of note, giving him a voltruis skop in the right side when he was 10 or 11) ensured that his 6- pack, if he could get one, was ripped to pieces by the aggressive surgery resulting in a recurrent stitch when running.Continue reading
I think we’re f%$@ed no matter what we do. Perhaps that’s an exaggeration, but I believe that unless we make radical interventions soon, it will be too late no matter what we do then. I’m not referring to the tearing of the social fabric of society due to social media or violent pc games, or the destruction of rain forests, or the bleaching of coral reefs – I am only concerned here with climate change.Continue reading
The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way that its animals are treated.
Apparently, this quote has been falsely attributed to Mahatma Gandhi. Nevertheless, it remains a great quote. What is not in dispute is the following broadly similar quote from 1905 that was engraved in perpetuity (we hope) on the Horse Memorial in Port Elizabeth.
Main picture: The ineffably humble inscription on the Horse MemorialContinue reading