Santana Cemetery
An early start, 4 am. I had spent the previous day preparing my kit like all old soldiers do. My shoes were polished to a gleam, I had sponged my suit down and pressed it and my shirt was gleaming...
View ArticleWhere is Big Don Kev Alviti when I need him?
Anyone glancing down the side bar of my blog will recognize that I follow Big Don Kev Alviti’s blogs. For me, it makes very hard reading but, perhaps out of sheer masochism, I punish myself repeatedly...
View ArticleStrolling on the Beach
I have about half a dozen incomplete posts.I also have about three million, two hundred and twenty eight thousand, four hundred and sixty three unfinished chores on the list, give or take one or two....
View ArticleRed Tea and Royal Births
'Daddy! Daddy! Can I have some red tea, please?'Red tea?'I don't think I have any red tea son, just normal tea''You have, Daddy, I want red tea. Pleeeeze? Pleeeeze Daddy?'Having been asked so nicely...
View ArticleBooze, Lust and American Cars (Time for coffee, by the way)
My mate Henry, who makes all the cans for the beer and soft drinks companies in Angola had, a few days before, delivered the stainless steel barbecue grills he fabricated for me when Mike, the Swimming...
View ArticleWillie Buchling
I have a mate. He is called Willie Buchling. Yes, you try and keep a straight face. Actually, it is quite easy if you ever square up to the guy, the last thing you want to do is smirk. He is big....
View ArticleGentleman’s Relish
A big hole filled with water, a compound of Hydrogen and Oxygen from which all life on earth emergedYou may recall that last year I apparently took leave of my senses, brought in a massive digger at...
View ArticleAngolan Art
I want to hang a few paintings in the restaurant so naturally considered ethnic art. Unlike Our-Man-In-Thailand, the famous expatriate spy and undercover hit man, the Fifth Columnist (serialization of...
View ArticleIt's that time of the year...
I live only nine degrees south of the equator. Last time I checked, that definitely fell within the tropics. Should be hot and humid all year round eh? That's what I expected. So why am I so bloody...
View ArticleAs my Drill Sergeant said, if you make a mistake, stand still
'Gosh!'This blogging lark actually has something going for it. I have an intense dislike for social media sites and soon-to-be ex-friends with whom I have entrusted my email who then give it to...
View ArticleBeware! Boys WILL emulate their Fathers
Marcia wanted to leave for the bank early this morning. Roddie turned up on time for a change so I tossed him the keys of the Jeep and told him to check the fluids etc, while I made him a cup of...
View ArticleStrawberry Season!
I was down on the site with Alex when Marcia pulled in from town. I knew she was there because the sound of that American V8 is an aural delight.‘Marcia is back!’ shrieked Alex before running off....
View ArticleMy Sexuality is in Question...
'School children, Sir. Thousands of 'em'It bothers me to see an almost complete restaurant and no one using it. I don’t have the full complement of tables and chairs yet but we have enough to seat 36...
View ArticleI smuggled an illegal immigrant once
A perfect people smugglerI kid you not. Technically, I have done it more than once but I will now tell you about the first time.It was in the late eighties. I arrived in Hamburg to catch the ferry to...
View ArticleSea Beastie Quiz
My place seems to becoming damn popular. Another load of friends pitched up to camp for a few days. Talking to Ria, the wife of one of them, I discovered that she had never eaten lobster. Apparently...
View ArticleGreen Beans
'Daddy! I want Something!'Something?So starts the guessing game.'What is it you want, Alex?''You know, Daddy, Something!'I wasn't off to a good start.'Would this Something be a toy?' I ventured.'No...
View ArticleThe Luanda International School is a private, non-profit, coeducational day...
Alex will be five on the 2nd September.Naturally, I have been thinking about his schooling. I have not just been thinking about his schooling, God knows if you are a regular reader of my blog you will...
View ArticleAt last, a decent photo!
Last night Ria’s husband Jaco, a mountain of a man, a true Afrikaner with only the most basic grasp of de rooinek sprache (English), decided to cook a Potje. Except he pronounced it ‘Poikey’ but...
View ArticlePatience
I had made the beef jerky stew, the red cabbage was delicious, the beans were cooked nicely and I had just put the rice on when Marcia rang.‘Can you pick me up from the main road, please?’‘I thought...
View ArticleBleeding Internet...
The whole interweb thingy connection has gone down, again. Usually it is only for a few hours, occasionally a whole day. Mine has now been down for many days, hence three posts at the same time. I...
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