On Thursday last week I drove Golden Delicious from her yuppie home on the West Rand of Johannesburg down to her rightful place in the carport beneath six canoes in Hilton.

An interesting drive that was made incredibly stressful by joining the leagues of Gauteng people migrating to the coast, I did enjoy getting used to the push and pull of my new steed, while my brother talked to me about girls for almost six hours. This was between eating all ‘our’ chocolate and informing me about the knee high leather boots and Gothic Kilt he is buying in the UK. Let it be known that if anyone ever accuses me of being weird, I’d like you to chat to my brother for three minutes before you point that particular finger…but I digress. Continue reading →