I visited Irkutsk “Vienna of Siberia”. In Russia you never have to look far for a pogrom story. At the back of the Irkutsk Synagogue is a plaque of names and dates – in Cyrillic and Hebrew. At the bottom … Continue reading
I was born in 1975 so my memories of apartheid – the real separate amenities petty apartheid stuff – are pretty hazy. One of my clearest memories is the separate bus system. Sky Blue for the whites. Moss Green busses … Continue reading
It was the weekend before April Fool’s Day 2002. I was having a quiet drink with friends at the much missed “Home”. A group of guys on a stag night – er – staggered in and of course – this … Continue reading
After the dance _____________________ Now it’s a memory Brilliant flashes of light, dancing laughter All memories. Buzzing, She sat and watched her flowers die Slowly.
Apparently I went to Zaviers with Julie, Laurent and Tyrone It was someone called Nic’s birthday I declared that Nicholas Jackson was love (have no idea who this person is) Saw Ewen at the beach and “still sort of like … Continue reading
Coming from South Africa and having grown up in the 80s and 90s meant that my exposure to – oh how shall I put this – the seamier side of life had been limited. There was exactly one skin mag … Continue reading