To show my regret, I would like to take you all for a burger at the Spur. It’s on me.
This will be a regular column in which I will try to solve those little mysteries of life
A strange sight greeted me at my humble abode.
Up until a few years ago I was regarded as a hell-raising, gun-toting (not really, but it does sound very macho), eccentric, radical, sworn bachelor.
A 760km ride on the beautiful back roads of our beautiful country.
The receptionist phoned me and said a resident wanted to speak to me about a brothel in Witpoortjie.
There is no such thing as an accident.
Are you unpatriotic?
Lekker, maar gevaarlik ook.
How much fun is Movember, Shavathon, Relay for Life?
The TMPD man was beside himself as I tried to explain.