This was inevitable

  • Saved by the pen – let’s start a diary

    Saved by the pen – let’s start a diary

    I started this blog quite recently, and have been trying to tinker a little with its identity. Initially, it was to have a practical purpose – to put my own spin on the way my town is perceived in order to help others get to enjoy some of the things I find cool (and to help…

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  • Quick Update (and *poof!* explosion)

    Quick Update (and *poof!* explosion)

    Updates on the madness in Harfield Village (for those interested): 1. Most of us who were pleading for the eradication of racial profiling & for less viciousness among community members were booted from the Harfield Village Association page on Facebook, after there was an enormous outcry against all the sneaky racism finding its way to…

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  • This is interesting

    This is interesting

    On Wednesday night, while I celebrated the return of a friend to Cape Town from the wondrous and exciting world that I presume Joburg to be, I received my first alert on my “phone” (or rather, alleged phone. It’s a Blackberry with the battery life of about 20 minutes & the functionality of a digital…

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  • Harfield, I’m out.

    Harfield, I’m out.

    Hypothetical scenario. You have a dilemma. You live in a neighbourhood which you sort of enjoy (mostly because of the high ratio of bars to residents). It’s built on lies and bad history (aren’t they all?) and you want to make a change. Change the legacy, make a bit of a dent in the future you…

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  • Advertising Helpdesk Issue #1

    Advertising Helpdesk Issue #1

    In which I buy a magazine and laugh at its content. In this instance, its cute little adverts. —————————– I’m laughing at the ads in one of the only magazines I’ve actually bought. It’s that one you get at the front of the Pick n Pay till (Fresh Living). Things I have noticed: this isn’t a…

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  • This Is My New Home

    This Is My New Home

    When the woman walked into the cafe, she seemed to bring with her an Autumn calm, a burgundy-coloured cosiness that made me almost look behind her to see if a trail of petals & leaves followed as she sat down at my table. We were there to talk business. She wore a flowing skirt, a…

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