Yesterday, we learned how to make the city of Cape Town ungovernable, or at least bring city council proceedings to a halt for 90 minutes.
You shout down the Speaker and any other councillors with whom you disagree. You bang your desks in unison. You jump up and toyi-toyi. You sing songs. You whistle. You march round with 500-page thick agendas held above your heads, then fling them on to a pile in the middle of the council chamber floor.
There was a wonderful YouTube exchange on the internet the other day between Hollywood entertainment reporter Sam Rubin and Samuel L Jackson, star of Pulp Fiction, Django Unchained, Othello and his new movie Robocop.
Rubin, a white, confused Jackson with another black star, Laurence Fishburne, best known for his leading roles in The Matrix, Apocalypse Now and |Othello.
Like many, I watched the pomp and ceremony that preceded President Zuma’s State of the Nation address last week, though much of the alleged pomp had us giggling in unseemly fashion.
It was the first time, for instance, that any of us had seen a minister of state turn up dressed as an airline pilot when there was doubt whether he could run a government department, let alone fly a plane.
As a mere male, I have always been in favour of strong women – probably because my own mother was pretty strong-minded. She had to be in a family where we were all males, including the dog and cat.
Queen Elizabeth l, Catherine the Great, Maggie Thatcher, Indira Gandhi – all were strong women who left their mark on their respective countries. On me, too. Thatcher effectively put me in my place during an impromptu press conference in London once. And the first time I travelled round India I had to hide my presence from Gandhi, who hated journalists in general, never mind white journalists from apartheid South Africa.