Your humble writer is a bloke from South Africa – living in
Gangster’s Paradise, or Gauteng Province Port Elizabeth, Eastern Province Auckland, New Zealand. As a 29 50 odd -year-old pale male in South Africa (with all the joys and challenges that such a status entails), the author has had a full and varied life; from photographer to programmer, soldier to systems analyst, cook to stock market trader. He has travelled extensively in this land of beauty and beastliness, stupendous sunsets and unutterable savagery, including over 1500 kilometres on foot, quite a distance on elbows and at least two short episodes on bended knee (for the uninitiated, that refers to the state of marriage).
Mindful of the rapidly approaching onset of old age and decomposition, a man in my position (I’m trying to type this in the bath) shouldn’t wait too long to inflict his scribblings on the world at large. No, I haven’t a clue what you might have done to deserve it, just grin and bear it or, if you feel so inclined, grin and bare it.
This blog will NOT be politically correct, but I try not to discriminate – I’ll attempt to create content to offend as many people as possible. No, but seriously, this page needs to be viewed with your sense of humour set on ‘high’. Feel free to ask questions. I’ll not promise to answer every one, but will include pertinent amendments as time goes on.
This blog is a work of satirical fiction. Any references to places, events or people, are used fictitiously. Other names, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s (sometimes overactive) imagination; and any resemblance to places, events or persons, living, dead or even feeling a wee bit ropey are entirely coincidental.
The contents of this blog, including, but not limited to text, images, podcasts, multimeda files and material formats not yet invented (with the exception of links to external URL’s which are not owned by the author) are the copyright of the author of this blog. No contents hereof may be reproduced in any manner (especially publications for gain) without the express, written consent of the author. So there.