Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
The huge concrete edifice loomed dark and forbidding. I looked up at the sign that I had been dreading seeing for so long: The State Theatre. I took a gulp and I moved forward, into the building. The doors closed behind me. I hadn’t been to The State Theatre since my accident twenty-five
In South Africa, rugby is almost a religion! Dad played Natal rugby in 1956 and 1957. He was a Shark before they were known as Sharks! For the many South African fans of the game, rugby is a serious matter, a source of bursting pride and joy – or shattering disappointment. Our family has always
I am fortunate in that my apartment is on the ground floor. Beyond my fence is the most gorgeous, stretching oak tree and a lovely grassy verge. It makes me so angry when people leave litter strewn on that green expanse. Why do people do that? It must be laziness. It is too much of
Julie Andrews was shivering. With the sun rarely rarely bothering to appear in the Alps, the weather continued to run rough-shod over location shooting on The Sound of Music. However, miserable weather paled in comparison to the logistics of renting the helicopter that would sweep down and film Andrews as she launched into the title
I had a brainwave! My friend, B, was going up to Johannesburg on the 14th because her flight departed from O.R. Tambo Airport on the 15th. Why not fly up to Jo’burg with her and then go to the Naledi Awards that evening? The Naledi Awards are the Johannesburg theatre awards held in Gold Reef
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
Joy of all joys, every Christmas we went to the Christmas pantomime! John Moss put on a yearly panto and the delight, laughter, shouts of enthusiastic children that the Playhouse witnessed, makes my heart sing in memory. I remember quite clearly watching Liz Edmiston playing Peter Pan. I decided then and there that when I
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
Most of us remember that nursery rhyme: To market, to market, To buy a fat pig, Home again, Home again, Jiggety Jig! I go “to market” every Saturday and while never buying a fat pig I certainly come home each week with a Jiggety Jig in my step! Deon and Kobie Mocke are the architects
I stared up at the massive painting in the kitchen. It was of a hyena. But this hyena was different. It seemed to have an odd kind of vulnerability to it. The Hyena is a very misunderstood creature, the artist, Peter Pharoah, believes. He always tries to paint the character of the animal or the
