Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
As a young child, I discovered Mums had left her makeup drawer open. I dragged across a nearby chair and clambered up eagerly. I stared down at Mums’ makeup in delight. There were all her lipsticks. They seemed to positively glow and jostle up at me invitingly. My little hand reached out for the brightest
I arrived in Cape Town for the ‘Argus’! No, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t actually doing it. My sixteen year old nephew, Campbell and my two besties, B and Jans, were participating. My role was to support and cheer them along. The ‘Argus’ or Cape Town Cycle Tour as it is now called, covers
We are already two weeks into 2017! I watched the year turn from 2016 to 2017. The seconds ticked towards midnight. 10, 9,8…seven more seconds of 2016 left. I had incredible things happen to me in 2016, there were also tears, frustrations, those frissons of complete and utter joy, sorrow and excitement. 2016 was…it was
I love this carol. Strangely enough, I am tremendously stirred to hear it sung by a single voice. It somehow makes me truly listen to the words. The words of carols are about peace, love and joy. Every Christmas, year after year, they are sung in different countries, in different languages. And yet how much
I remember as a child sitting at the dinner table and pushing Mums lamb stew around my plate. I battled with stew and lamb stew was the worst! “Gaynor, there are people in outer Mongolia that would be grateful for two spoonfuls of stew! Now would you please eat it up. All of it! It
Aren’t the advances in medical science mind blowing? I was watching Carte Blanche recently and was reminded of Chris Barnard performing the first heart transplant in 1967. Nowadays heart transplants are common place. People are given knee, hip, ankle and shoulder replacements. Bionic eyes are now enabling the blind to see! For eighteen years, due
“I believe that the rights of women and girls is the unfinished business of the 21st century.”
I was sitting in a small English tea shop, devouring what I always seem to devour when I’m with B – cheesecake. Maybe that is one of the reasons I like B so much! “When we have finished our cheesecake, I am going to buy you an early birthday present,” B said swallowing down her
Recently I received the following letter: Dear Gaynor I am a friend of the director, Janice Honeyman and Denise Goldin. I am a professional actress, born in Cape Town but now living in California. The way I came to know of you is this: I was in Cape Town staying with Janice. I am working
Dis Tyd, the sign said. It’s Time. I smiled to myself as we entered the room. A fire crackled, merrily accompanying the sound of people chatting. It was a miserable day outside. I was so glad we had followed Eduard’s advice and investigated his wife’s new coffee shop. Every week, my best friend, ‘B’ and
