CHRIS BENNETT has been frolicking about.
IT has been a bit of a week for parties. Last Friday I attended the annual South Coast Herald bun-fight, at which the buns were good and there was no visible evidence of fighting. We celebrated the camaraderie that is so common among businesses at whose core lies the fine art of writing.
The event was held at the Taj Hotel in Port Shepstone, and for those of us who work from home it was something of a reunion. The dude who was charged with the music soon realised that when journos and their colleagues in the arcane world of production, a world of the typing, typesetting and proofreading arts, and the all important sales team gather together for a friendly glass of sherbert they want to talk, not listen.
It was great fun.
As was the braai to which I had been invited the following day. It was given at a friend’s house in Nzimakwe, a green and pleasant place dotted with avocado trees, banana trees and glimpses of the ever present sugar cane.
There were about ten guests, who also talked - about many things, but the events in
So I asked if the school had a map of
Would you not think that a map of
When the time came to go home, with the afternoon sun pouring a golden light on the emerging game of football, I reflected on this odd state of affairs. Could someone not sponsor a map, preferably big and strong enough to withstand the vagaries of childish behaviour?
At home an email awaited me from my friend LR. I decided I could not let pass the opportunity to share it, for many readers of this excellent paper are not emailers, so here it is, slightly abbreviated.
This obituary apparently appeared recently in a copy of the
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
CB
18/2/11
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