John Scott Masthead
June 19 2014 at 08:41

Tim Noakes's high-fat, low-carbohydrate diet may well enable you to lose weight – some of my friends are mere shadows of their former selves after following it, and a photograph of Noakes himself, with his belt tightened several notches, shows how scrawny you can become, if you like that sort of thing.

I listened to his debate with my old friend Lionel Opie (actually, Tim is an old friend, too – many years ago before he was famous we flew up to East London together where we were joint speakers at a high-school prize-giving), and decided to stick with Lionel in my eating habits.

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June 17 2014 at 09:18

UCT, my alma mater, could take a leaf out of my wife’s, Stellenbosch, where a body called the Centre for Inclusivity is looking far beyond mere race as a criterion for student admission.

UCT’s council has annoyed various student bodies by deciding that race should not be the sole deciding factor, but the Centre of Inclusivity has shown that race is just the start of transformation and characterised Stellenbosch University as too “Afrikaans, white, male, heterosexual and Christian”.

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June 5 2014 at 11:22

Who said history doesn’t repeat itself. For me this week it did, in a way I would naturally have preferred it didn’t.

Many years ago I and my young family went on holiday to Ceres, having booked a week in one of those chalets under the pine trees. Our old kombi was laden down with everything bar the kitchen sink, and half-way up Bain’s  Kloof the engine blew with a shattering  explosion.

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June 3 2014 at 10:26

Motoring through what is called the Midlands Meander in KwaZulu-Natal we decided to pop into one of the province’s top private schools, Michaelhouse – not just because it is featured in the book and movie Spud but because a few of my mates are listed among its most illustrious matriculants.

One is cosmologist George Ellis, who I’ve known since we climbed mountains together as students. Another is my late newspaper colleague Barry Streek. When Spud was first published, Barry and I were fellow weekend guests of a mutual friend, and for two days he never lifted his nose out of the book.

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May 27 2014 at 10:35

“Ag pleeze daddy, man,” sang Jeremy Taylor all those years ago.

A week ago when my wife and I drove to Durban it didn’t take eight hours in a Chevrolet – more like three and-a-bit days in a 12-year-old Volvo with our two dogs on the back seat.

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