An Unnecessary Obituary

This is difficult. Exactly a month after I last saw my beloved Margaret Ncgobo, she is dead.  I had visited her, as I always do when I am in South Africa, before we headed off to Kwa-Zulu Natal’s North Coast for the last week of our holiday. We were, in the...
A rant about the great ‘free’ British press

A rant about the great ‘free’ British press

How did you end up in the cul-de-sac that is business journalism? It was a question put to me at a London lunch party with a bunch of film buffs back in 2001, by a successful somebody who should have known better. I remember feeling like I’d been slapped in the face....
Google and the place of the flying ducks

Google and the place of the flying ducks

‘Matatiele’: When I entered this Basotho word, which roughly translated means ‘the ducks have flown’, into Google last week, I was curious. How would, or even could, Google portray this place of beloved and vividly remembered childhood holidays? Top of search was...