Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
‘My’ opera, “Lost in a Bluebell Wood” will cost money. We need to raise a million rand to get it into production. But, we are making headway! In early December we drove to Prince Albert to see Nicky Rebelo in his one man show The Kreutzer Sonata. I was looking out the window, daydreaming.
While shopping, I noticed a man with his fingers laced into the small hand of his daughter. She looked to be about five. She was talking to him the whole time he wended his through the people before, beside and behind him. Her hair was beautifully braided and she wore a pink skirt and a
“People, people who need people, are the luckiest people in the world….” I smile as I hum along to Barbra Streisand’s well known voice. Yes, I am one of the lucky ones. I definitely need people. I need people to love and to be loved by, to laugh with, to chat to, to be around.
“Thin people are beautiful but fat people are adorable!” Jackie Gleason I looked at the picture on the mug in front of me as I waited for my hot chocolate to cool. I smiled. A buxom woman stared back. She looked as if she was posing or modelling. What tickled me was that this was
When a man wants to murder a tiger, it’s called sport; when the tiger wants to murder him it’s called ferocity. George Bernard Shaw *** “Did you see the way he licked me on the nose?” she giggled, “It was so rough! He really liked me, Dion. I expected him to break out into ginormous
I have this friend, Ynor. Yeah, Ynor and Gaynor. Great pair we make, huh! When Dad died, realising that I no longer had a lift to gym, Ynor offered to come three kilometres out of her way and fetch me for my early morning ritual at the Virgin Gym! During the past four years we
Gillian came into steam bath, her limp and slightly spastic left hand were clearly evident. Here was someone like me. She was wearing a blue baseball cap which covered her shaved head. It’s odd but I like shaved heads on some women. Those with beautiful facial bone structure actually look stunning. This woman’s prominent cheekbones
All things come to an end, good and bad. ‘ear ‘ear blog 2014 draws to a close. Now it is time for my holiday. I will be back in 2015! My blogs have spoken about all manner of things. I hope that they have been shining a light on the feelings of the time. My
It was a “Gruck” evening! An “Eskom-Gruck” evening! I sat in the dark with my candles burning around me. In actual fact, my bedroom looked quite good in this blackout. The flames from the candles surrounding me, cast wonderful shapes on my wall hanging. My beautiful stained glass lamps caught the candle flames and laughingly
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
