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The Worst Kind Of Bully

  For many young boys sport and education are diametrically opposed. Time in the classroom, for those boys, is time wasted. It could be much better spent on the sports ground, honing their kicking, catching or throwing. That isn’t how I started out, but it is how I ended up, as a schoolboy. I came first in my first year, but by the time I’d … Continue reading The Worst Kind Of Bully

On The Beach In Monte Carlo

Culture is what defines much of who we are and how we view the world around us. But who we are looks at culture through a very narrow lens. As a person with European heritage, I would have thought that my cultural outlook would have been well aligned with the behaviour of other Europeans, but this is not necessarily so.  In fact, the term European … Continue reading On The Beach In Monte Carlo

Einstein’s Three Theory Of Happiness

  There was a time when every doctor’s, dentist’s and accountant’s reception area contained a pile of reading material perfect for perusing as you waited for your appointment.  This was the ubiquitous Readers Digest magazine, the nearest thing to the internet we had back then. There were short articles on interesting people. A monthly collection of interesting words and their meanings, even novels abbreviated for … Continue reading Einstein’s Three Theory Of Happiness

William Rickett’s Bodyguards

When we think about security guards we tend to imagine meat axe men, with bulging muscles, thick necks and black uniforms, surrounding celebrities or entrances to important events. This story is about a very different approach to personal security. William Ricketts was a man of diminutive stature but considerable status among many Melbournians. He was a pioneer conservationist, at a time when that was not … Continue reading William Rickett’s Bodyguards

Adult Immigration

Ten years previous to this story we had immigrated unofficially to Canada. That was when we hadn’t matured enough to know what it entailed. This is a story about reading signs. I’m not talking about road signs, but signs that indicate whether or not to progress down a particular path. Nine years after returning to South Africa from our first foray into life overseas, we were ready to try again. … Continue reading Adult Immigration

Don’t Judge A Bird By Its Feathers.

It’s a cold day in Melbourne as I write this story, with grey skies and an autumn chill in the air. But only weeks ago we experienced a heat wave. Five days of temperatures around forty degrees meant that most of Melbourne was muttering about how tough life is when you’re faced with such heat. On a personal level I’m confined most of the day … Continue reading Don’t Judge A Bird By Its Feathers.

Choosing The Right Car For My Son

I love four-wheel driving. I like being in the country, off the beaten track, and experiencing what nature has to offer once you leave so-called civilisation behind. There is so much to see and so much diversity. We had seen quite a bit of South Africa by going on off-road adventures, but Australia was a whole new adventure. To see what there was to see … Continue reading Choosing The Right Car For My Son

Two Boys In Africa

We all know that times have changed, but we often forget what life entailed just a few decades ago. My grandson is thirteen years old, so I have some idea of what life is like as a teenager in Australia today. This story is about a holiday when I was only one year older than he is now. It was my second year at boarding … Continue reading Two Boys In Africa

Choose Your Battles Carefully.

In this day and age many people seem to have their trigger finger poised and waiting to retaliate to anything that could be construed as offensive. There seems to be less and less tolerance, and more and more focus on fighting every little battle, even when it’s only a figment of someone’s imagination. I have a book titled “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff”. In small … Continue reading Choose Your Battles Carefully.

Does Anyone Know Doctor Ed?

Many people believe in coincidences, but I’m not so sure.  There have been a number of occasions in my life when situations have surprised me enough to question whether they could just be passed off as coincidental. This is one of them. It happened in Melbourne about five years ago on a Spring night. A school friend of mine who I will refer to as … Continue reading Does Anyone Know Doctor Ed?