At first Dirk Smit, speaker of the Cape Town City Council, saw pink, then he saw red. Both sightings ended in expulsions from the council chamber yesterday.
Mayor Patricia de Lille had antagonised ANC members by reminding them that in terms of the Employment Equity Amendment Act, coloured people could only hold nine percent of management jobs in companies of more than 150 employees in spite of constituting 49 percent of the Western Cape’s population.
It was a wine-filled weekend involving a two-day wedding celebration – croquet on the lawns of a Constantia farm on the Friday, followed by dinner and dancing under a marquee at Camps Bay’s Round House on Saturday.
The happy couple had already gone through it all in London, and this was a massive nog ‘n piep.
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.