<b>Chris Roper</b> had to pretend that tabloid newspapers were unequivocally good things, bringing a valuable voice.
Dropping Stoned Cherrie because even black people think they’re "too black"? That’s almost as funny as trying to lecture Zapiro on respect.
It’s nice to see that feminism is finally making sensibly clad strides in Taliban-contested areas, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
In the same week, our beloved leader failed to meet the US first lady, he also failed to make time for the Prime Time Lady, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Think Gogol Bordello meets the Tiger Lilies with a touch of Beirut and you will have a fair idea of the wacky world sound of Mr Cat and the Jackal.
If you’re in charge of communicating with the media, should you really be thinking with your ego rather than your brain, asks <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Some people will gratefully accept Julius Malema’s apology as an excuse to relinquish their oft irrational fears, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Taxi Violence have taken their early material and given us a masterclass in how a band can grow, learn and become best of breed.
The Cape Party, with its quixotic attempt to have the Western Cape secede, operates in a fine tradition of civic blindness, writes <b>Chris Roper</b>.
Being a South African celebrity is a bit like being a blowfish in a goldfish bowl, says <b>Chris Roper</b>.