Stepping back from the South African cauldron

Reflections on a nation at war with itself

Returning to a city you once lived in (and loved living in) is a bit like spending time with an erstwhile lover with whom you parted amicably. There is so much that still connects you, that remains feels familiar; and yet the encounter is fleeting, transient, stirring up old memories and twinges of feeling; nothing solid. And, of course, with both there is scrutiny — what’s changed? What has stayed the same?

Some things old, some things new: things I noticed in London

Everyone owns an iPhone (BlackBerry is a distant memory).

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Bankers just can’t buy style now, can they?

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