And foie gras

19May09

You know, I really hate to go on and on about Hayibo, but today’s illuminating (and relieving, I promise) piece on Mrs Zille’s “wild whore libido” really made me think twice about applying for that SAPPI job in Nelspruit.
I spent some time this morning with the guys, trying to instil in them valuable production tools such [...]

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Tags: eating, Food, Helen Zille

Happy birthday to me

04May09

So I had a birthday.
Seeing that I do not have a real job, after my mother called at 07h00, I could stay in bed. I had some tea, I finished reading a novel. Then I made some calls about work.
I paid most of my outstanding bills, I negotiated with Julian (my neighbour above whose plumbing [...]

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Tags: ageing, eating, FSH, movies

Way retro chocolate fridge cake

18Apr09

I just realised that in the “love your smile” Dentyne ad, there are almost only white people. It has a cast of about 20, and I think there may be one coloured girl in the “group photo” scene on a beach.  And the cop may have been black, but it is impossible to be sure unless [...]

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Tags: advertising, chocolate, eating, Food, my mother

Too little too late

27Mar09

It is not a good thing when Friday inspires the kind of dread in you that is only matched by dreaming that you need to run away from terrible danger and you cannot feel your legs.
It is already after lunch, I am going for drinks at Giles at 4.30-ish, and I aim to squeeze in [...]

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Tags: blogging, Cosmopolitan, drinking, eating, fat, Friday, time

The end of the world all over again

26Mar09

It was like Armageddon. No, really. It was just like the movie. A meteorite the size of Table Mountain (as opposed to the size of Texas*) hit a huge inland lake around the area where Vredefort is now about three thousand million years ago.
The effect was that of multiple atom bombs going off. It was Hiroshima, [...]

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Tags: baboons, eating, Food, fossil fuel, life, Travel, Vredefort dome

Dinner

04Mar09

“I suppose running a restaurant is not the same as retiring and never having to work again,” Ruth said. “No, too much work,” I replied. We sipped our wine. I could see that we were going to order some food soon.
“I think winning the lottery… the Euro Millions, means never having to work again,” I [...]

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Tags: ageing, eating, Food, lottery, working