![]() | What would you do if you found a mansion on the mountain with views of the Clifton sunset just sitting there empty? Instagram? Write your name on the wall? Or invite your friends over to throw some concrete so you can skate the pool? ...read more |

![]() | What would you do if you found a mansion on the mountain with views of the Clifton sunset just sitting there empty? Instagram? Write your name on the wall? Or invite your friends over to throw some concrete so you can skate the pool? ...read more |


![]() | Watching the Southern Kings win their first-ever Super Rugby match was like watching a first child learn how to walk, like seeing your classmate make the cover of the newspaper for saving an old Greek lady when the Baakens river flooded. Like getting barrelled on a wide outside peak at Seals just before sunset on a Sunday, when the parking lot’s packed and the guys you came with are checking your wave, sharing a sixpack and a smoke in their ...read more |


![]() | Last Sunday, Bloubergstrand, all day. ...read more |


![]() | This article was inspired by a tweet that I came across over the festive period: “What extreme sports do blacks do?”. Before all of y’all go on some “Oooh racist” rant, keep in mind that this tweet was from a black dude. Brother-man has a point there; as comedian Steve Harvey once said: “sometimes it’s extreme enough just being black.” On the real though let’s look at this for a moment, black guys and girls aren’t exactly lining up to ...read more |


![]() | I’ve been chronicling AFCON 2013 from Rustenburg; both the activations and the live matches. With this experience, it’s pretty easy to see what the supporters bring to the game. They provide the much needed encouragement for a team to win. They are the lifeblood of a game. Their contagious energy has the ability to recharge a team that is losing. The highlight for me was the game between Ethiopia and Nigeria. It started with me bumping into one Nigerian supporter ...read more |


![]() | I am standing at the corner of Kerk and Mooi streets in downtown Jozi, trying to make sense of the city’s immense energy, trying to understand what fuels its inhabitants’ seemingly-endless hustle. In the past five minutes, I have had a chat with two gentlemen about soccer, admired many good-looking women, and got my adrenaline levels boosted upon encountering a bunch of men coming out of the uSave from just around the corner, carrying guns – in pursuit of a ...read more |


![]() | Originally published 29 March 2012 I would’ve inspected myself for lumps, but my right ball was too painful too touch. It was pretty obvious that I was dying of testicular cancer. I reported to my doctor on the Monday and gave him the bad news. He wasn’t quite so sure. “It’s probably epididymitis,” he yawned, before giving my delicate bollock a squeeze and confirming it. ...read more |


![]() | Originally published 04 September 2012 One of the things that’s struck me the most since I moved back to Joburg is the recognisable presence of a global middle class. Sometimes this is amusing – hipsters in Braamfontein are indistinguishable from hipsters in Hackney, Berlin or Williamsburg, and oh look, is that a Lomo shop? – and sometimes it’s disturbing: Sandton is expanding like ectoplasm out of a ‘50s B-movie. The arrival of Critical Mass in SA, while very different, suggests ...read more |

