When I returned to Cape Town from Windhoek in the late 1960s, having spent two years working in Namibia (then South West Africa), I found myself acting on the Masque Theatre stage, Muizenberg, with someone who went on to become the doyen of local amateur theatre.
Tony Isted was already almost 50, and mentored me in my own histrionic efforts. He and his wife Helen won the Cape Times Amateur Theatre awards for best actor and actress more times than I can remember.
It's lucky my wife is not the judge in the Oscar Pistorius trial or she would have found him guilty on the first day and sentenced him to be hanged, never mind that the constitution disallows capital punishment.
She is also in favour of drawing and quartering but accepts that modern sensibilities may quibble at the reintroduction of this practice.
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.