 | There’s a portly man on stage. His face puckered, lips pursed with aversion, tentatively poking his tongue out like someone about to try gall bladder flavoured ice cream. He’s pretending to prepare to go down on an imaginary dick, one he really doesn’t want to suck. It’s forced, just like his jokes. ...read more |
Not So Dangerous
Monday, October 5th, 2009 by Brendon Bosworth
Bilious Cretins 4 Bafana
Saturday, October 3rd, 2009 by Andy Davis
 | Prepare ye for the glutt of 2010-shaped hucksters, grifters, conmen and bald-faced liars, marketeers and other vermin, bent on making a quick buck by stoking the embers of Mandela-era nationalism and dressing it up as your patriotic and civic duty to support Bafana Bafana, and by implication the healing of our nation, our economy and everything else that matters, simply by purchasing their product. ...read more |
Readers Take CARE
Tuesday, September 29th, 2009 by Brendon Bosworth
 | Campaigns come and go. Some grab your attention. Make you want to do something more than flaunt your armchair activist tendencies by pledging your undying support for the Namibian seals over facebook. Right now there’s one such campaign brewing in SA. It’s not violent. ...read more |
The Porcelain Altar
Monday, September 28th, 2009 by Sean O'Toole
 | It was early April, spring, 1917. Following an animated lunch meeting, an expatriate French artist and his two pals visited J.L. Mott Iron Works at 118 Fifth Avenue, New York. Like the DIY disciples who cram Builders Warehouse every weekend, the three spent their time marvelling at the elegantly crafted vitreous china. The Frenchman, though, was more than simply window-shopping. ...read more |
Flipping Santana the Bird
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009 by Carlos Amato
 | Ask any football-loving weaver bird whether Bafana coach Joel Santana should be fired, and he’ll nod his lil’ beak without a moment’s hesitation. Because weavers have a powerful management skill that human beings rarely possess: the courage to abandon a costly but doomed project. ...read more |
Tastes Like Chicken
Wednesday, September 16th, 2009 by Brendon Bosworth
 | It may sound puerile, but fat is funny. Especially when the fat guy is turning on himself and ripping his own adipose to shreds. Angelo Tsarouchas’ self-deprecating repertoire is ballsy. From the second the hulking Canadian first spoke into the mic, the crowd was putty in his hands. Having him host the Nando’s Comedy Festival is somewhat of a catch-22. ...read more |
No Peace in the Barnyard
Wednesday, September 16th, 2009 by Screaming Doc Hansen
 | Willie Dixon had the rare insight that to have peace in the barnyard you needed a noisy rooster, preferably little and red. To me that was LM radio in its heyday, or more accurately the days of Radio Clube Mocambique, before it was swallowed by the SABC and became Radio 5. Barnyard Theatres and Dave Guselli, of East Coast Radio, formulated a tribute show, running until recently in Durban, and called it LM Radio. ...read more |
The Global Grifter
Tuesday, September 8th, 2009 by Brandon Edmonds
 | There’s a great scene in Steven Frear’s largely overlooked neo-noir film ‘The Grifters’ (1990) when John Cusack buys a beer and shows the bartender a twenty he then palms handing him a dollar instead (pocketing the change). ...read more |
Fun in Lousy Times
Tuesday, September 8th, 2009
 | As you know, Laugh It Off are one of the most relevant, irreverent and amusing forces in South African satire and social commentary. Along with Zapiro they’re heavyweights on the South African satire scene. And now they’re pulling together content for the Laugh It Off Annual Volume 4, they’re scouring the backstreets for creative South Africans to contribute. ...read more |
Steeped in Jazz
Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 by Andy Davis
 | Hugh Masekela is in the shower. I’m sitting in his living room waiting for him to finish his morning routine. I arrived at the designated time for our interview, but the old man was still sleeping. “Heavy night last night. Big party,” his wife tells me as she hands me a coffee and instructs me to sit in the living room and wait. I hear Hugh coughing and gargling, brushing his teeth. Finally, the man arrives, looking groggy but clean. ...read more |
