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By unknown | Feb 15, 2007 | COMMENTS [ 0 ]

Life is such a bitch these days, one hardly finds time to break bread and quaff a few beers with friends.

Life is such a bitch these days, one hardly finds time to break bread and quaff a few beers with friends.

So a few weeks ago, during the funeral of that doyen of journalism, Doc "Ol' Carcass" Bikitsha, I had the occasion to meet with some old buddies I haven't seen in ages.

I have never seen so many people with ink-stained fingers in one place and the excitement of meeting fellow journos was overwhelming.

Among these, was Sunday Times columnist and senior staffer, Fred Khumalo. After exchanging pleasantries, I sucked up to him and told him that his column is the first thing I read on Sundays.

Sorry old bud, I lied. I've repeated this lie so many times it has become my opening gambit when I meet fellow members of the Fourth Estate.

I do it every second week when colleague, Themba Molefe, produces his bi-weekly Slice of Life.

On a weekly basis, I repeat the lie to Charles Mogale who writes Flipside for Sowetanon Wednesdays.

During an after theatre dinner outside the Drury Lane Theatre in West End, London, after watching Miss Saigon, I grovelled before Barry Ronge and, with admiration in my eyes, told him his weekly column is the first thing I read in the Sunday Times. I'll probably say the same to David Bullard if I ever happen to meet him.

The thing is, all these people are beautiful writers whose work often gives me goosebumps. They are journos I greatly admire.

But they come second to my all-time favourite feature of the print media - the comic strips.

Before I read any Khumalo or Bullard, I go to the comic section where I'm indulged by the likes of Andy Capp, who is a caricature of yours truly.

Andy Capp and I are kindred spirits. Like him, I can't change a light bulb or connect a VCR.


All these mundane things are left to the woman who wakes up next to me every morning.

Then of course there's that all-conquering buccaneer called Hagar the Horrible.

Whenever he is full of piss and vinegar he wages wars against foreign countries.

But check this classic by Lucky the other day: "Education is ridiculous.

"They should just embed a microchip and upload what you need to know in seconds. I mean, the technology exists."

Now that's a brainwave from a teenage terror.

Someone bring me my slippers and mug of beer!

There's a game of soccer on the small screen.


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