I’m sorry, non-SA readers, but this is really exciting for us. It never snows in Rosebank!
South Africans eat our Christmas roast in sundresses.
TODAY IS A BIG DEAL.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be practicing my Night’s Watch oath in the corner.
I’m sorry, non-SA readers, but this is really exciting for us. It never snows in Rosebank!
South Africans eat our Christmas roast in sundresses.
TODAY IS A BIG DEAL.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be practicing my Night’s Watch oath in the corner.

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
- Lord Byron

An ethereal, intimate masterpiece in a snowstorm. Here’s the piece I wrote on them for DStv.com.
Stay on the streets of this town
and they’ll be carving you up alright
They say you gotta stay hungry
hey baby I’m just about starving tonight
I’m dying for some action
I’m sick of sitting ’round here trying to write this book
I need a love reaction
come on now baby gimme just one look

I think this is now my favourite version of this.
heartbreak, ya know, drives a big black car
swear i was in the back seat, just minding my own
and through the glass, the corn crows come like rain
they won’t stay, they won’t stay
for too long now
this could be all that we know
of love and all.

I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years