Tag Archives: Childhood

Oh, George

Remember just last week, when I was telling 2016, all dressed up in its Grim Reaper suit, to bugger off? No way, it just keeps on going, waving it’s bloodied scythe about. George Michael was my first crush, ever. The … Continue reading

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They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parking Lot

  On Saturday (or was it Sunday?) afternoons in 1980’s Welkom, the thing to do was drive around The Horseshoe (a horseshoe-shaped park) in the middle of town, with a (horseshoe-shaped) road around it, along which all the shops stood. … Continue reading

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The Holly And The Ivy

I adored my grandfather – my Mum’s dad – in that way that only grandchildren can love their grandparents. An exuberance of love. He shaved with a real razor and used a shaving brush, which he’d tap us on the … Continue reading

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A Visit To Langa And The Resulting Self-Examination

On Saturday we ventured into Langa to drop off some beanies at a home for orphans. I, once again, was struck by the vastly different worlds that exist in this city, ten minutes’, less, from each other. I had never … Continue reading

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Christmas Eve and My Mother’s Sewing

I have spoken before of our beloved seaside shack, where we spent carefree, salt-skinned, sun-kissed holidays each year in December throughout my childhood. It’s the place in the world that, when I think of it, I can smell the sea … Continue reading

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Mortality

As a child, we had a swing made out of a long length of fraying rope tied to the Plain tree on our front pavement, with an old car tyre attached to it. I spent hours in it, swinging higher … Continue reading

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Punctuality

If you say we’ll meet at 6PM, I’m there at 6PM. I have no concept of the passing of time, though. This is weird, because if I can’t tell how long five minutes is, how the hell do I get … Continue reading

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