Three seemingly unrelated things happened to me last week, involving a dead Kenyan photographer, an American State Department official and a clown.
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/ 23 September 2010
The <i>New Age</i>’s ad campaign nicely sums up its avowed editorial standpoint, as well as the sadly limited philosophy of its de facto master.
Rumours of Schabir Shaik, wandering the streets of Durban with his arms outstretched, moaning "Briiibes! Briiibes!", appear to be exaggerated.
The best science fiction writers are those who can make you part of an extended universe without resorting to that awful trick of the padded series.
Every week, the <i>M&G</i> chooses one great song that says something about what it means to be South African.
The Tutus describe themselves as "a little pop ‘n roll kwela disco punk band from Pretoria" and their songs are finely drawn vignettes.
Every week, the M&G chooses one great song that says something about what it means to be South African.
The opening and closing lines of <em>In a Strange Room </em> are like the opposite sides of an entry/exit sign.
The official World Cup song is <i>Waka Waka: This time for Africa</i>. It’s also the most glorious collection of rank clichés.
The sight of Americans taking Yo-Landi and Ninja seriously is so delicious, I can almost forgive some of the excesses of the music.