The Harare International Festival of the Arts was very special to me and mine. Since it was first introduced, I have only missed one edition,…
I don’t believe there are bad habits. An adult should be able to differentiate between what’s good and what’s bad for them, and then make…
I drink a lot of whisky. In fact, not having touched a beer in three years, I don’t think a lot quite covers it. Some…
The Mouse and I went to Bulawayo over Easter. A friend was getting married, so we took a long-ass, bumpy, dusty, roadblocky, roadworksy drive down…
So, here we are. The end of November. Silly season in Salisbury. The annual influx of snake-oil salesmen, the eloquent exaggerators with eccentric accents. The…
So this guy – let’s call him Idiot – gets to the Keg after work yesterday. Dunno whether he was celebrating Spain’s victory, his little…
Seriously, people, relax. All this breathless whining about Maneta and Roki being kicked out of a game show is a bit over-blown, isn’t it? Firstly,…
For such a highly intelligent specimen of human creation, I make some blindingly stupid decisions. Like tramping around outside on a freezing, mid-winter, Saturday night.…
All my friends are morons, and I’m guilty by association. We spend way too much money in bars, clubs and related establishments. We drink too…
Today marks the 30th anniversary of Zimbabwe’s independence from colonial rule. Today we celebrate casting away the yoke of the hated settler, allowing us to…