James Clarke Masthead
February 17 2014 at 09:05

Fellow journalist Leon Marshall tells me of a crazed Piet-my-vrou (red-chested cuckoo) now squatting in the River Club area of Sandton. He writes: “The cuckoo’s call is normally such a pleasant sound when you hear it in October. You know spring has arrived.

“But this year the bird is making me look forward, just a bit, to the change of season. Don’t get me wrong. I normally love birds and bird song.”

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February 10 2014 at 10:40

After years of having a large garden, complete with corner compost heap where I spent many happy hours knee-deep in fresh manure (a lot of people assume I only write the stuff), I now live in a suburban stockade where we are reduced to buying manure in little bags.

Sad really, because growing vegetables was my only concession to do-it-yourself.

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February 3 2014 at 10:10

I was talking to a friend the other day about the death of a family member and we discussed the various waves of grief that follow.

He mentioned how, within a day or two of his loss, he was surprised and even shocked to hear laughter in his house among his friends and family. He found himself joining in.

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January 31 2014 at 10:05

This esteemed column, not long ago, ran a series called S*x for the Extremely Shy.

The series formed the basis for a Pullet Surprise-winning Penguin book which I have now put on Kindle (the electronic reader) under the title, S*x for the Terribly Shy.

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January 27 2014 at 09:57

January 27, 1914


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