Me. Fresh as a daisy! Yeah, right. Back from sub-saharan Africa … a houseswap … a work-related project … and a ‘holiday’ (employing inverted commas here because is it *ever* a holiday when accompanied by humans under the age of 21 who happen to be your own, delightful offspring?) So much to report on and […]
Stop Staring At My Chest!
Now that I’ve got your attention… This is a semi-serious post. Yesterday I began a discussion with my daughter about ‘eye contact.’ I was trying to pre-empt some of the social misdemeanours that she might commit when we return to southern Africa. The thing is, my lass has *the* most incredible staring prowess. When we […]
Mandela – Connecting with the past…
In the late 80’s I was a very politically aware teenager. But it was more about the miner’s, Thatcherite travesties, the threat of student loans… BBC coverage of Soweto uprisings, talk of apartheid, of an old chap who had been in prison for some god-awful amount of years because he felt he was equal to […]