In favour of the debonair dinosaurs
One of life's ironies is that the post-Cold War orgy of political correctness is doing more to emasculate our individuality than the Soviets ever did to their own...
LONDON, 1955 - "Blades is not as aristocratic as it was, the redistribution of wealth has seen to that, but it is still t
Re-living the magic - voices from the past
The madness is upon us yet again. Those of us who are survivalists walk close to walls to avoid being trampled by the lemming rush of shoppers.
Predators lurk in the shopping undergrowth
Most women have no idea what men have to go through to get them that Christmas gift...
SHE must have picked up my scent when I passed the chocolate Santa display, and furtively circled through the Papuan headhunter jungle of shrunken wicker baskets.
Their poverty is our problem, too
THE drunken revelry is over. The trash is being blown off the beaches. It's time to take stock...
THERE'S a Mad Max drama that plays itself out at the close of every day. Clouds of dust envelope the tails of bouncing cars and trucks.
Empowering people all the way to the morgue
When a system that is supposed to empower people begins to kill them, it's time to go back to the drawing board...
THERE are lies, damned lies, and statistics, as Mr Clemens said. And we've seen since that statistics can be interpreted to almost anyone's advantage.
Bowing to the majority's political inconsistencies
For those of us who've lived all our lives as part of a minority, it's sometimes difficult to truly appreciate some of the psychological upheaval that white South Africans are now facing...
HE DID NOT have a lean and hungry look, but he was clearly thinking a lot.
Eurotrash is better than eco-slime
Let's put an end to this plaintive bleating about crass exploitation of our natural resources...
Bheki Mashile, 32-year-old managing director of the Mpumalanga Times newspaper, had very definite ideas about how our national parks should be treated.
"Peace and tranquillity," he
Freezing on the technological edge
My grandfather's brother, shortly after he went blind, used to tell me of how he would sleep whenever possible so that he could see the sun in his dreams...
AS a 10-year-old, I didn't really understand what he meant.
London calling... and they're talking about us
Robert Burns' bicentennial was celebrated with a ceremonial slaughter of the haggis when I arrived in London on a particularly miserable winter's day last week...
Coming from a culture that's often accused of behaving in strange ways, I was somewhat bewildered at the sight of a bespect
