Start way in advance. Send an email requesting a booking and the costings. Wait a few days, resend the email. Think perhaps you have the wrong address, look hard to find another one. A few more mails, resist the urge to type in CAPS, finally … Continue reading How to book a tour to Robben Island and stay sane in the process.
The more I stare out side, the less work I do, there’s always tomorrow
Every morning after my yoga class I walk the short block to TILT, my local and favourite coffee shop in Melville. It’s like going from one shrine to another. At yoga we stretch, pose, turn into pigeons and ohm. At TILT we breathe in the … Continue reading An ode to TILT
I thought I should stop hibernating and decided to go to a movie. Cinema Noueveau, Rosebank, Sunday afternoon. I parked my car in the Rosebank Mall and arranged for Sibiso, from the informal sector, to wash it. I paid him in advance and walked to … Continue reading Wtf, Inefficiency
I thought I suffered from Seasonal Affective Disorder. And maybe I do. I am not so happy in cold weather and feel a definite malaise. But I realise I suffer from something else too. The Post Vacation Blues. The oddness is that … Continue reading On coming home
Quite a few men come forward, on various platforms, when I write about sex or sex toys. They ask questions, they have ideas, they quite like the open discussions. Which sometimes make me smile, and other times has me shrieking at home, alone, in … Continue reading Hang on, are you Sophia?
I try and recycle. Plastic, paper and glass are all separated. It’s not always easy and sometimes I don’t do a great job. But it’s mostly straightforward. Milk cartons – paper. Wine bottles – glass. Everything from Woolworths and Pick N Pay – plastic. But … Continue reading But is it plastic?