Exactly a year ago, two guests arrived at my door: a friend and his actor daughter.
As dinner ended, she said she couldn’t go to bed immediately: she needed another run-through of the show she was taking to Grahamstown’s National Arts Festival. Would she like an audience, we asked. And that’s how three people and three dogs gathered round a log fire in our stone barn for a private performance of one of last year’s great Fringe hits: The Epicene Butcher, starring Jemma Kahn.
If you search the internet for “Natasha Chang”, you can take your pick. There’s a rather gorgeous Caribbean motorsport driver, who describes herself as “a young, petite woman driving a big boy’s car and having some fun”. She suggests that if you want to excel in racing, you should “start with carting and get seat time and experience”.
Then there’s a professor in the US who teaches courses in Italian language, literature, culture and history. Another, a marriage and family therapist practising in Philadelphia, deals with anger management and “helps couples establish or restore intimacy in their relationship, even after such traumatic events as an affair”.
When criminal trials come unstuck because of technical failures by the prosecution, the public ought to worry whether justice has indeed been achieved.
This week I was most concerned by a case which indicated mistakes by the prosecution over such fundamental issues that you have to wonder about training – and whether those who make the errors will be brought to book.
It looks like an attractive double-storey piece of real estate, but Beau Vallon police station has an ugly reputation.
It serves the most popular beach on Mahé, largest of the Seychelles islands, which, judging from comments on the travel site Trip Advisor, most visitors regard it as some kind of paradise. Locals, on the other hand, take a more suspicious view.