To Hell with Future Generations
We do not inherit the Earth; we borrow it from future generations.
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How to Move a Deceased Relative's Possessions...
The relative who died was my wife's youngest of two sisters.
There Is F*ck-All Wrong With My Heart
Two weeks after the Cardiac Ablation, which was supposed to correct my Atrial Flutter, I experienced a mild attack, and then, about ten days later, a more serious episode that lasted for over two hours.
Somebody Is Trying to Kill Me
This latest episode has confirmed my suspicion that I am on the way out. It could still take some years to get there, but I have the impression that the journey is now well under way.
The Treatment
My deteriorating eyesight forced me to give up driving twenty years ago. This has made me dependent on my wife and, to a lesser extent, my daughter, should I ever need to leave Pearly Beach, and that is why I could not travel back and forth to cancer...
World Toilet Day
When it was brought to my attention that November 19, my birthday, has been designated by the United Nations as World Toilet Day, I was mildly offended and thought that they had a bloody cheeck choosing that particular date.
How Not to Pour a Cup of Tea
Of course, it is worse when I am acutely anxious or fraught with existentialist depression like the other day when I was at home in my filthy little chamber at the Olympia Residentia.
Steve’s Pub and Grill
The Story. A public figure well known for his contemptuous attitude towards black people - let's call him Steve - is abducted and taken deep into a sprawling squatter camp.
Minds-I-Book
I finished writing The Life of Henry Fuckit almost 20 years ago. Two publishers rejected the manuscript, and I was left feeling humiliated and seriously wounded.
Pat’s Story by JM Synge
I chanced upon this story a long time ago while I was pretending to study for a BA at the University of Cape Town.
Beyond Belief
This uncle of mine, the one who died of a heart attack on the toilet, once told me a story that really grabbed me and stayed in my memory and sat there festering in my imagination like some parasite trying to make an illegal connection to the synapti...
I Pissed on My Foot
Around 4 am I awoke with a full bladder. Outside in the back garden it was cooler than I had anticipated and the dewy lawn was cold underfoot.