A marvellous invention

My father, born 1935, often waxed lyrical about the marvels of aeronautical flight. On such occasions we were given to giggling, my sister and I. It is a well-worn source of amusement, which has not detracted my father one iota from the wonder of it all. The funniest thing is that he is right; it... Continue Reading →

Lucky Number Seven

I am reminded, as I take my first sip, of the cellar at the Grand Hotel in Grahamstown (in South Africa; the country, not the region, which, by the way, inhabitants refer to as Southern Africa). For those who do not know, this treasure of wines, under low wooden-beam ceilings of various heights which leads... Continue Reading →

Incurably curious. Curiously incurable.

I might as well get it out of my system now; confess, if you will. I love words. I love reading dictionaries.  [If I were making a speech at a golf club, say, I would have lost about ninety per cent of my audience already. It is possible to love words and golf, or books and... Continue Reading →

Denim and truth

On the threshold of my teenage years, I discovered for the first time in my life that as selfish as such behaviour might be, nagging one's mother to distraction does yield the desired result. The very much desired object of my affection was my first pair of jeans. There is no need to describe them... Continue Reading →

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