Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
My parents ‘had a farm in Africa at the foot of the….’ Outeniqua Mountains! I look at photographs from that time and I smile. These were city people who began farming. They farmed hops, tangerines, sheep and cattle. And they ended up with a menagerie of all kinds of pets. Foxy was a black and
In the past, on every girls wedding present list was a famed dinner service – Wedgwood, Crown Derby, Minton, to name but a few. This treasured wedding present was then brought from the depths of sideboards and into use on high days and holidays. It was far too expensive to be used every day. God
At long last the buses have arrived in George! Due to a nasty fall, when her femur was fractured, my Mum is still unable to drive. My friend, B, has gone back to England and so I am now without a lift. But…joy of joys, the bus service has just begun in George. I went
If it wasn’t for Bart Fouche I wouldn’t be alive! As the understudy in Camelot, I was called upon to take over the role of Guinevere without a dress or a technical rehearsal. Whilst on stage disaster struck and I fell eighteen metres down an unguarded lift shaft into the bowels of the State Theatre, Pretoria.
Why is it that no matter how old we are, we still refer to our teachers by their surname?! Thirty-five years after leaving my school, Brescia House, I met up with my old sports teacher, Ms Hillcoat. She told me her Christian name was Heather, Heather Hillcoat. Do you have any idea how difficult it
A long time ago in ’67 A little boy was roaming on the beach, When all of a sudden he heard a plaintive cry, So near yet so far out of reach. He looked behind a rock so tall and there before his eyes Was an oil soaked seagull lying there, Windswept with pain in
“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” Nora Ephron I love buying people presents. It is buying cards that I really dislike. It is a miserable experience. One doesn’t look at the cards and think: Goodness, what a variety! Which one should I choose? You simply stare moodily at the cards
Twitter. This is how this wonderful experience began: with a Tweet! I love and adore the twitter of birds. But the Twitter of our social media definitely has it’s advantages. I met Bev Missing through Twitter. I smiled at some of her remarks. She ‘tweeted’ that she lived in Swellendam but often came up to
“Where are you kids off to?” “We’re going over to the O’Reagan’s” I shouted as I headed for my bike. “We’re gonna jol arlies!” my brother shouted as his bike swung into the road. (Translation: We’re gonna play marbles!) “Listen for my whistle!” That was how we knew when it was time to head for
To most people, Bob Martin, instantly draws up the image of vitamin tablets for dogs. But before he retired, to everyone in the South African theatre business, Bob Martin conjured up quite a different picture Bob Martin was a theatre photographer. I have known Bob for about thirty years. When I was twenty-two years old
