Posted on January 24, 2011Categories AnimalsTags , , , , , , 2 Comments on Brutus is my name but not my nature

Brutus is my name but not my nature

I received this email from a friend of my mother’s in Cape Town and I’m now in love with this beautiful dog. If I had a garden I’d adopt Brutus in a heartbeat. A house-trained and loving Lab who’s only three years old? Those don’t come along very often. If you’re looking for a family dog and would like to skip the growing pains of a puppy, take a look at Brutus.

I received this email from a friend of my mother’s in Cape Town and I’m now in love with this beautiful dog. If I had a garden I’d adopt Brutus in a heartbeat. A house-trained and loving Lab who’s only three years old? Those don’t come along very often. If you’re looking for a family dog and would like to skip the growing pains of a puppy, take a look at Brutus.

Posted on July 30, 2010July 30, 2010Categories JohannesburgTags , , , , , , , , 11 Comments on A Capetonian in Joburg: First impressions

A Capetonian in Joburg: First impressions

I’ve been here nearly two weeks after our “semigration” from my home city, Cape Town. Most of it’s been spent unpacking boxes, drinking too much whisky and driving around the megalopolis trying to find decent furniture.

The GPS has taken me through Mayfair, similar to the rougher parts of Woodstock with its seedy slum feel, and a suburb called Blairgowrie, which could have been directly transplanted from Cape Town’s Plumstead.

Then there was Fourways. Fourways defies comparison, but imagine Parklands mixed with Belville, multiply by 20 and wave a Tuscan wand over it.

I’ve been here nearly two weeks after our “semigration” from my home city, Cape Town. Most of it’s been spent unpacking boxes, drinking too much whisky and driving around the megalopolis trying to find decent furniture.

The GPS has taken me through Mayfair, similar to the rougher parts of Woodstock with its seedy slum feel, and a suburb called Blairgowrie, which could have been directly transplanted from Cape Town’s Plumstead.

Then there was Fourways. Fourways defies comparison, but imagine Parklands mixed with Belville, multiply by 20 and wave a Tuscan wand over it.