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Fiddling Food and What Makes Me Happy as a Consumer of Hospitality
I am no Masterchef contender, nor a gourmet food critique, nor a designer of soft pliable spring-less mattresses, nor for that matter an installer of brake pads for Ford motor vehicles. So what makes my comments relevant? Why I am relevant is that I have seriously been dining and guesting…
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It’s A Fine Line is Press Freedom
The recent events in Paris, France, have left everyone staggering with horror. The barbaric slaughter of cartoonists and other staff as well as police personnel and civilians in the name of religion doesn’t wash with me. I am totally against violence. I am against religious extremism or fundamentalism. I am…
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The Good The Bad … The “Fugly” of Food in 2014
I love eating out. I like to be served. I am extremely fortunate to travel relatively regularly and experience new restaurants, guest houses and hotels as well as supporting those establishments I know I will enjoy. 2014 was an interesting year, because I also moved into a new suburb and…
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Plate Up! The Throb-Less Strawberry
Who in their right mind would name their restaurant The Throbbing Strawberry ? Well someone did and it lives in the Douglasdale area of northern Johannesburg. I recall having gone there on two previous occasions – it didn’t leave a massive imprint on my forehead. We popped in there last…
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Gotta Get Out to the Bush
It’s been a tough year. The concrete jungle of Johannesburg clogs one’s brain eventually, and the desire for some breathe of bush air becomes intense. We decided to choose somewhere new. Somewhere not too far away, but far enough for us to feel refreshed. Leeuvenhof in Limpopo called. While driving…
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6.2 On The Richter Scale
Moving house is one of those terrible activities one has to do from time to time. In 1994 I swore I would never do it again. Having moved every two to three years as a family based at Royal Air Force bases around the world and the UK, I never…
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I Sing The Lyrics That Move My Soul
Despite all odds, I have lived a very fortunate life. A lousy start was no reason to fall into a heap and cry into my tissue. What made this so? From so young, as a UK primary school kid, I was, despite my youth, influenced by the amazing 60s avalanche…
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