With Baglett, on today's live-streaming online radio show [permalink]
Catch you at 15h30 right here on The 2oceansvibe Show with special guest, the ladies favourite...drum roll..... BAGLETT!
And so, in preparation:
Send any questions you may have for Baglett to be dealt with during the show to editor@2ceansvibe.com
We'll also be taking LIVE Skype calls during the show so add our callsign "the2oceansvibeshow" to your Skype and make sure you have a headset and microphone attached to your poephol. Sorry, I meant "computer."
See you at 15h30 RIGHT HERE for the live online 2oceansvibe radio show.
CLICK HERE at 15h30
Please enjoy this new video clip of The Busemeister being interviewed by an 11 year old girl. This guy is all over the show! He virtually bites the little girl's head off because he can't understand her. Then he goes on a tirade about Paris and Britney. Then he gets deep. Then he blocks the camera. Then he basically tells the kid to go fuck herself.
Awesome! More! More!
Ever so slightly cooked
Click here if you missed the first vid of Gazza on the red carpet with Ryan Seacrest.
It's funny that "sport" has always had pornographic/glamour undertones. I remember, in particular, in the UK where a number of glamour publications (magazines and broadsheets) often used the word "sport" in the title. "Sunday Sport" was always my favourite. The kind of publication that someone like Jordan would have cut her tits.
Rosey and The Goose..
Tasteful?
Not that Golf Punk is pornographic in the slightest. But it certainly doesn't mind featuring some absolute ANGELS in every issue - referring to them as "Bunker Babes." They use the words "Golf Porn" to describe pictorials on golf courses around the world. These guys.... these guys are funny guys.
Having enjoyed the mag overseas, I subscribed to South Africa's new Golf Punk magazine the moment it launched (it's R250 for the year - give me a break - that's like a round of 2oceansvibe cocktails at Caprice.). I don't play much golf, although I do have my own set of clubs - Nike clubs (yup, just like Tiger). I bought them mainly to put in the boot of my car - I mean, no discerning man about town would dare open his boot without a set of clubs in the back. God, can you IMAGINE! They're also very handy for sneaking off to the driving range which is pretty much as far as my set go. Look, I've done time at Royal Cape but, you know, I'm just scared, I guess..
I've never bought any of the other golf mags out there, as they just don't tweak me. The thing is that I do enjoy golf and I do enjoy discussing it with "the boys," but I just don't want to talk about crap and I want to learn from people that speak my language (cool speak - that's what we speak). I want to know interesting golf stories (the current issue has a great feature about Tiger Woods's chances of a Grand Slam, which would be the first time in 78 years! Fuck me!). I want to get cool, useful tips, but don't want them to be told to me like I'm a tit (the March issue features tips on how to get yourself out out someone's back garden on an estate course - nice!). I want to get cool golf gear, funky gear - not gear for twats (I was suitably impressed with their fashion section - I want that pinstripe Dunhill jacket inside me). They've even got cool interviews with non-golf-pro celebrities (Rubens Barrichello has a cameo). It really is action packed..
And then, of course, they've got the Bunker Babes:
(Click to enlarge)
Witty caption to do with golf, angels and balls
Very badly behaved little angels! Why are you being so naughty in the bunker? Babba will get dirty! Naughty babbaaaa!
God, it's great! SO satisfying! Interesting, fucking funny, and sexual at the same time! Like my arse. Do yourself a favour and grab a copy, you'll be glad you did. It's quality - pure quality!
It will come as no surprise to you that one of The 2oceansvibe Characters is the Editor in Chief of Golf Punk SA magazine - "The Celebrity MC", to be precise! And there is even a music section written by ANOTHER 2oceansvibe Character - "The Personal Jukebox".
That's right my angels! Tomorrow! Right here! [permalink]
After the so called "internet" let us down last week, I am pleased to announce that the special Girlie Show will be taking place tomorrow. Here is the article I wrote last time to get you in the mood...
Oooh I think I know some very excited little girls out there!
That's right, peeps - Baglett, the writer behind South Africa's hottest and most talked about chick blog site, will be LIVE and sexual on tomorrow's online radio show - The 2oceansvibe Show - in all her glory... for you.
(I'll allow the girls a moment to complete their flack-flacks)
With her identity hidden from the faithful following that hang on to her every word, one wonders what will be revealed during tomorrow's 15h30 show... As I've said before, I am often approached by her fans (chicks and guys) asking who she is and what she does and how hilarious she is and she's brilliant and "it's like Sex and The City" and it's THIS and it's THAT! God, they just don't stop! But I certainly have to agree - she's one funny chick. And smart. And hot. But you'll just have to trust me on that last one..
With her slogan, "Because life is one big trust fund and boyfriend hunt," you'll piss yourself at her brutally honest girl's take on Cape Town life, money, friends, sex, work, home and (last, but certainly not least) boys! And that is EXACTLY why we're calling tomorrow's show:
**The Girlie Show**
Thursday at 15h30 right here
Live and online!
(Yay! Clap excitedly!)
I know! It's just gonna be so much fun! We're gonna play SO nicely!
(scream!!!)
So put your hair in pigtails, get some glitter and join us as I snap into chick mode and we climb into some champagne and indulge you with two hours of girlie chat and girlie music! We'll do our best to work out the difference between guys and girls and how we can put that into practise using examples like Brad and Amy and Angelina and Rachel and oh-my-God-what-is-Britney-doing etc. etc.
And so, in preparation:
Send any questions you may have for Baglett to be dealt with during the show to editor@2ceansvibe.com
We'll also be taking LIVE Skype calls during the show so add our callsign "the2oceansvibeshow" to your Skype and make sure you have a headset and microphone attached to your poephol. Sorry, I meant "computer."
I didn't really watch the Oscars the other night. I watched little snippets in between watching Justin Timberlake's live concert at Madison Square Gardens on channel Go (ch.110). JT definitely has some smooth dance moves. I can do most of them. Seriously. Obviously not in sequence! I mean I'd have to rehearse for hours before I could present them to you. That's what Justin has to do. You do know that, don't you? He doesn't just arrive there and pull those moves out of his ass. He has to practice for HOURS! Honestly. So, you know, I don't know if that makes it SO amazing.
Gary Busey
The poor man's Nick Nolte
Nonetheless, it seems that the main excitement at The Academy Awards occurred on the red carpet. Or, if you're reading this from France, "le red carpet." The moment I refer to involves Gary Busey and his incredible excitement at seeing Ryan Seacrest. Some of you may know "the poor man's Nick Nolte" for his cameo role on the hit TV series Entourage in which he played a spaced-out art type. Or you may recall him from one of his 142 movies; in particular the movie Point Break, the 1991 surf-themed offering featuring Keanu Reeves and Patrick Swayze (Busey played FBI agent Angelo Pappas. Nice one).
It would be both informative and amusing at this juncture to mention that Gary Busey starred, not 3 years later, in a movie called Breaking Point. That is fucking funny if you ask me. Point Break, and then three years later, Breaking Point! Imagine if Tom Hanks made a movie a little later called Gump Forrest. Whaah!
Gary Busey had a bad motorbike accident in 1988 which doctors feared would leave him brain damaged.
Really? You wouldn't have thought.
Did you enjoy that?
Then how about this - CLICK HERE to download a clip from Ryan Seacrest's radio show, recorded after the Oscars. It's a live phonecall from Seacrest to Busey, asking him what the fuck was going through his mind. Busey is half asleep, but still fucked in the head.
Allow me to introduce you to this year's US Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition cover girl. Marisa Miller!
What a lovely young girl! And you can tell by the photo that she is incredibly down to earth. We'd work well together - as long as she can chill the fuck out and read some magazines on the sofa whilst daddy does some work.
In order for our little babba to be a part of the Tuesday Tabs phenomenon, she is going to have to take those puppies out. That is why we managed to get hold of this earlier shot of the angel.
In reply to his girlfriend's video confession [permalink]
Those of you who are cool will remember the article we published earlier this month which featured a video that Sarah Silverman made for her boyfriend, TV show host Jimmy Kimmel - in which she confesses to fucking Matt Damon.
The video became an instant global internet hit with something like 8 million views. It didn't take long for Jimmy to reply with a video of his own - this time a confession that he is fucking Ben Affleck. It's pretty funny and features a fuckload of famous people - Brad Pitt, Josh Groban, Cameron Diaz, Robin Williams, Harrison Ford, Macy Gray, Robbie Fleck, Don Cheadle and loads more. They do this rip-off of USA For Africa's"We Are The World" music video where everyone is singing together in a big studio. I was kidding about Rob Fleck.
Jimmy Kimmel is fucking Ben Affleck
I'd advise you to watch the original Sarah Silverman video for some background before you watch this. Not that you have to do everything I tell you. You can do what you want. That's fine. You just won't be a part of the plan.
thanks sa
Seth Rotherham
Editor
2oceansvibe.com [permalink]
So we found ourselves at the Arniston Spa Hotel this weekend. We weren't actually staying at the hotel, but rather a mate's place. Nonetheless, we thought we would enjoy the very sexual vibe at the Arniston Hotel pool.
For the uninformed and those of you who don't know about the hotel or have never heard of Arniston before, I took the liberty of getting this "excerpt" (oh, excuse me!) for you from the hotel website :
"The Arniston Spa Hotel is set in one of the Cape’s most exquisite locations, next to an old fishing village, surrounded by pristine beaches and nature reserves. The luxurious 4-star Arniston Spa Hotel is internationally known as one of the world’s great getaways. Touched by the spray from the Indian Ocean, we welcome you with panoramic views of the unspoilt ocean and endless beaches. Blessed with an abundance of sea life, the hotel promises delicious oysters from nearby shores and the freshest fish from the local fishing boats."
Aah - fucking chilled
The "Residents Only" sign didn't bother us too much as we decided it was for management to protect themselves when getting rid of undesirables. We made ourselves desirable by chilling in the sun and requesting a cocktail menu. It all sort of fell into place as I opened the cocktail menu - the first cocktail my eye caught was the classic...
"Alabama Slammer"
"Christ Almighty," I exclaimed to The Surfer, who confirmed that it was becoming "all too easy."
"Have the gentlemen decided what they will be having?" the waiter asked.
"We certainly have, my good man! Why don't you rack us up two of your tightestAlabama Slammers!" I confirmed.
"Oh very good, sir!" he shrieked, walking away.
I called the waiter back to the table as I asked, "I beg your pardon, what is your name?"
It became all too apparent why some folk travel half way across the globe to try the Alabama Slammers at The Arniston Hotel. They were absolutely fucking incredible - an explosion of taste - something out of a porno. We had about five each which, at R42 a glass, gave us the confidence to indulge in the thoroughly sexual swimming pool. The sun was shining down on us as we silently said a prayer of thanks to the God of Cocktails and played a game of Diver Dan.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur and I can't remember a thing. We weren't thrown out or anything, but I definitely recall the Alabama Slammers making the world feel like a better place. A softer, more fun place. Like everything was made of marshmallows.
I just wish that you were there so I could stuff marshmallows into your mouth and tickle your bum.
As you yelp with joy..
Maybe next time..
And if you're there next time without me, just remember that you'd be a FOOL not to dry hump a few of those Alabama Slammers at the pool.
The supermodel for the man on the street [permalink]
Following the latest news that Heidi Klum wanted to "take" Britney "in" and put her right in her own home, it turns out that was all a load of crap. In a more recent article, Klummers admits that she was pressurised into saying that.
Not that I give a toss, I was just looking for an intro to show this video of Heids that I found on Tyler Durden's site. PLEASE ENJOY THIS WITH ME. God, she is just the best supermodel out! The one chick in the video says something about a "wrestling name" and Heidi just starts pissing herself and laughs like a fucking geek. It's an awesome start to your Monday.
Must...do.......what Christina's...tabs...tell me to do... [permalink]
Christina Aguilera is clearly not a big fan of formula, as her body is currently producing enough milk to kill a civilian. I've always maintained that it's not about the size of the breasts, but more about what they're doing. Are they being naughty? Are they peeping? Are they telling fibs? Or, in this case, are they fucking exploding?
I hope Al Gore took these puppies into account when he created gobal warming and decided to drown those people in that tsunami in California that one time.
Jeepers Hudders!
Christina Aguilera was on Ellen this week and the blonde lesbian host, Ellen Degeneres (who has regular lesbian sex with blonde smoker, Portia de Rossi), didn't waste time discussing the two extra continents in the room. Check out this video of Christina on the show. It's pretty damn funny.
I think just a brief word is expected with regards to yesterday's fuckshow. Many of you will have worked out that the 2oceansvibe server was "down." Or, what I refer to as "fucked." The web techie guys would have NO DOUBT used annoying little phrases like, "the boot file on the server's root file was corrupt" or "the control switch was reversed due to a spyware virus breach."
"Oh, REALLY!?"
"Ja, there was a glitch in the system and...."
[BAM! - MASSIVE elbow to the jaw..... geek drops to the floor]
Ja, ja, whatever, Propeller Head - you fucked it up. YOU did something. YOU were looking at porn and YOU fucked it up.
Don't lie.
You're lying.
Get out of my FACE!
Phew.
Ok.
Needless to say, yesterday's live 2oceansvibe Show was cancelled and we will be featuring the same guest, Baglett (squeal!) on next week's show.
Welcome back. Sorry about that little drama yesterday.
I hope you missed me.
God, I missed you.
I cried.
Did you cry?
I cried more.
It's like we've got that you-hang-up no you-hang-up kind of love.
Those in the know will be aware of the fact that today's 2oceansvibe Show is being hailed as *The Girlie Show*. Baglett and me (whooah! I mean "I" - Christ, relax!) will be talking about all things girlie and, in particular, girls vs guys, relationships etc. The radio show is online and it's live and it's RIGHT HERE at 15h30 today! South Africa's first and only regular online live-streaming radio show. Yes, that's right.
And what could be more girlie than a picture of Paris Hilton and her new doll!? The Paris Hilton doll. It's a normal doll - not a blow up.
Penises sold separately.
The Paris Hilton Doll - with working vagina
Send any questions you may have for Baglett to be dealt with during the show to editor@2ceansvibe.com
We'll also be taking LIVE Skype calls during the show so add our callsign "the2oceansvibeshow" to your Skype and make sure you have a headset and microphone attached to your poephol. Sorry, I meant "computer."
Three years (yesterday) since Hunter S Thompson blew his head off [permalink]
Hunter S Thompson blew himself away three years ago, yesterday. I take a lot of my own binge writing from Hunter and would certainly call him an "influence". There aren't many influences out there who are renowned for writing when completely hammered and stoned. I am republishing the article I wrote the day after his death, three years ago. Do yourself a favour and download the article at the end which finds Hunter S Thompson writing about George W Bush. In it, he refers to Tony Blair as "that simpering little whore". Classic stuff.
Here it is - 21 February, 2005.
I was pretty shocked when I heard the news of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' writer, Hunter S Thompson's death today (Monday). It's one of those names that you don't expect to die. Some names come up in the news and the announcement doesn't sound all to crazy. The WAY in which Thompson ended it all (with a gun to the head) made sense though. Thompson was too smart for his own good, a non-norm. He thought WAY too much. We're all familiar with thinking thoughts that we know we shouldn't think. Thoughts to do with why we are here and 'what's it all about' and 'what's the point'. We're all clever enough not to let those thoughts turn into discussions within ourselves. That's when it gets dark. We know we can't handle it. That's when you start freaking out. That's what Thompson did. He would always go that way.
Hunter S Thompson & Taki. 2oceansvibe kind of people. We've still got Taki though. If you don't know who Taki is, check out the two last months in the archives. I mentioned something about him somewhere there.
During the haze of the Cape Town season, I stumbled upon an article in one of the Cape Town papers. It was ahead of the US election and Thompson was called upon to comment on the situation. A 'state of the nation' from a totally different is basically what it was. It was an interview really. A 4,500 word interview. Cocktails etc. on the beach dragged the article out for me. I read it over a period of three weeks - only on the beach. I had to read it carefully. Hunter S Thompson is too funny. He has seen so much. He knows so much. He backs up his statements and ridicules others without blinking.
The interview began with a request for Thompson's comments on George W Bush. I knew it would be a roller coaster when it began like this:
The first time I noticed George W Bush," Hunter Thompson tells me, "was when he passed out in my bathtub at the Hyatt Regency in Houston. He was with a guy who had come to sell..." Thompson, sitting at his desk in a faded-green dressing-gown, stares down at a plate of untouched food: Danish pastries which were warm half an hour ago, smothered in red jam and melted ice-cream.
"Look, I'm not going to put this next sentence on the record. Let's just say that 'a friend of mine' was buying cocaine. I have friends in Houston from all walks of life. Lawyers. Professional men. Bush was hanging around with this crowd of what you might call gilded coke dilettantes."
Another killer line was :
"I never thought," Thompson says, "that I would ever see a president worse than Richard Nixon. But he is the worst president in American history, this one. Because he is the dumbest. And because he has destroyed, in four years, what it took two centuries to build up. He has taken this country from a prosperous nation at peace to a dead-broke nation at war. We are losing this stupid, fraudulent war in Iraq and every nation in the world despises us, except for a handful of corrupt Brits, like that simpering little whore, Tony Blair."
"Simpering little whore, Tony Blair"
Whaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!! Can you cope with that? The interview was printed in major newspapers across the World. He really didn't care about what he said about anyone. Read the book or see the movie, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas", written by Thomson in the days when he used to be commissioned to write stories. He was sent to Las Vegas and absolutely drowned himself in drink and drugs. His story was hilarious. If you haven't seen or read it, you should.
So that's it, just a toast to Hunter S Thompson. Cheers.
Not sure what to do with this one. Basically, the chief of the local organising committee of the 2010 World Cup, Irvin Khoza, got a little uppity when a journalist asked about the alleged troubles affecting his committee.
Iol reports that Irvin Khoza did not enjoy the line of questioning and, a tad miffed, he suggested that the journalist:
"stop thinking like a kaffir"
Yu!
Okaaay! Very nice! A little tricky to work out, as the racial slur is being uttered by an African gentleman - the race to which the word would historically be directed. Confusing indeed!
Irvin Khoza - doesn't enjoy journalists
Maybe he's trying to bring the word to the forefront and use it the same way black American rappers use the word 'nigger.' But they reckon that white people can't use it. They've claimed it. They "own" it now .
So is that what is going on here? Is Irv trying to own "kaffir?" Jeepers, I don't think I like the sound of that - 'cos it won't sound very nice if Mavis starts to call me a kaffir. No, that won't be good at all.
I think I'm going to claim some socially unacceptable words myself and just use them. In shops and stuff. If an old white woman's trolley is in my way in Pick n Pay, I'll just casually hit her with, "So sorry, would you mind moving your trolley please..... poes?" thanks styli
Seth Rotherham
Editor
2oceansvibe.com [permalink]
20 February , 2008
SUCK ON A JACK BLACK
The microbrewed American taste you've been longing for. [permalink]
Not to be confused with Jack Black, the comedian. This is Jack Black, the beer - named after Jack Black, the 1920's American outlaw, who came WAY before any other Jack Black that you may know. And I'm pleased to report that Jack Black Premium Classic Beer is out and about in Cape Town.
I was maxin' and relaxin' at Caprice the other day and cast my eyes down at the glass beer fridges behind the bar.
"What the fuck is that?" I politely asked.
"That's Jack Black, a new beer we're stocking" the barman replied.
"Hmm, grab me one.." I instructed.
Hmm - what have we here...
Crisp, flavoursome and ever so slightly sexual - I proceeded to clean about five of them. I could feel the outlaw in me coming out as I demanded some explanation. From what I can remember, the barman recalled some story about Mr. Jack Black and the fact that he was a master brewer who found himself in a bit of a pickle during the American Prohibition (thank GOD we didn't have to deal with that). Not that it stopped him - he didn't give a toss and kept on producing his special brand of beer.
Look, the guy got sentenced to death, but that's not going to stop us from celebrating his very 2oceansvibe maverick spirit. Jack Black Beer is now being produced in small batches right here in their Western Cape microbrewery. It is thoroughly enjoyable and I suggest you give it a bash.
I checked out their website and it proudly declares:"Jack Black is a premium beer with no compromises, no apologies and no prisoners." Nice, I like that vibe.
I dug a little deeper and found Jack Black Beer available at ULTRA Liquors in Green Point. Oh very clever! I bought a case and I stocked my fridge. This is what my life looks like at the moment
And DRINK!
Further research has found Jack Black Beer available at the following outlets:
Retail outlets
ULTRA Liquors - All Western Cape Locations
Diamond Liquors - Green Point
Liquor Ranch (hilarious) - Hout Bay (obviously)
The Bottle Top Liquors - Rondebosch (students will eat this stuff)
Vino Pronto - Gardens (like pronto - like right now - like wine, right now)
Drinking/eating establishments Caprice - Camps Bay
Bacini's - Gardens
Bonzai - Green Point
The Bay Hotel - Camps Bay
Fire & Ice - Gardens
Ginja & Shoga - Bo-Kaap
Home Restaurant - Claremont
Home Again Restaurant - Gardens
Katima - Hout Bay (nice!)
La Cucina - Hout Bay (prime TBG sighting turf)
Planet Bay, Mount Nelson - Gardens Neighbourhoodgoods Market - Old Biscuit Mill
Oblivion - Claremont
Rick's Cafe - Gardens
New York Magazine have launched a new issue with a new article with new naked photos of Lindsay Lohan - PERFECTLY timed for this week's Tuesday Tabs! I know, it's like everyone's heart is beating like a drum and it's lost, and it's looking for a rhythm like 2oceansvibe!
Apparently these pics were recreation of a famous set of pics of Marilyn Monroe. This is what New York magazine had to say:
In 1962, photographer Bert Stern shot a series of photos of Marilyn Monroe that have collectively come to be known as “The Last Sitting.” Taken during several boozy sessions at the Hotel Bel-Air, the photographs are arguably the most famous images ever captured of America’s most famous actress: Monroe, sleepy-eyed and naked, sips from a Champagne glass, enacts a fan dance of sorts with various diaphanous scarves, romps with erotic playfulness on a bed of white linens. Six weeks after she had posed, Monroe was found dead of an apparent barbiturate overdose.
Umm, ja - very spicy, if you ask me. Marilyn wasn't a ginger and had fewer freckles. Her tits are also 17 times the size of Marilyn's.
Either way, we've finally got a candid view of LL's tabs.
As South Africans contemplate the future [permalink]
I've always expressed concern for the negative vibes thrown around with regards to the future of South Africa. I have always remained positive and have advised doomsday prophets to either go ahead and leave the country, or put their heads down, remain positive and enjoy the place we live in; aware of the work that needs to be done - work that I am more than happy to put in.
Sunday night's Carte Blanche produced a muffshow of rape, murder, doom and gloom. Again, people on the edge revisited their worst fears and contemplated immigrating. This, a week after the Jerry Maguire style memo by Alan Knott-Craig, calling for calm.
It's a debate that never ceases and is usually carried out by ill-informed individuals; not that I am a guru on the subject. In fact, that is EXACTLY why I will be attending tonight's 65th Harold Wolpe Memorial Trust Open Dialogue at UCT. If you're worried or care about this country in the slightest or have a strong viewpoint or feel that everyone is right or wrong, I suggest you attend before you say another word.
I'm going. Are you?
TOPIC
The Dream Deferred, Shattered or Redeemed?”: Reflections on Thabo Mbeki post-Polokwane
SPEAKERS
Mark Gevisser, is one of South Africa’s most respected journalists, and author of the recently published Thabo Mbeki: The Dream Deferred. He was born in Johannesburg in 1964 and educated at Yale. His journalism has appeared in publications ranging from the New York Times, Foreign Affairs, The Nation and Vogue to the Mail & Guardian, the Sunday Independent and the Sunday Times in South Africa. His celebrated Mail & Guardian political profiles were collected in Portraits of Power: Profiles in a Changing South Africa. His previous biographical work includes the film The Man who Drove with Mandela, about Cecil Williams. Recently he has also been working as a museum exhibition designer, heritage consultant and television scriptwriter. He is currently curating an exhibition on the gay history of Johannesburg at Constitution Hill, developing a film script set at the ANC’s 1930 conference, and working on a new book about South African politics.
Adam Habib, is Deputy Vice-Chancellor: Research, Innovation & Advancement at the University of Johannesburg. Adam graduated as a political scientist having received his Bachelor and Master of Arts degrees from the UKZN, Bachelor of Arts (Honours) from the Wits, and his MPhil and PhD from the Graduate School of the City University of New York. He has held academic appointments over the last decade at the Universities of Durban-Westville and Kwazulu-Natal and the HSRC. Prior to being appointed Executive Director of the Democracy and Governance Programme of the HSRC 2004, he served as the founding director of the Centre for Civil Society and a research professor in the School of Development Studies at the UKZN, a position he still continues to retain in a part-time capacity. Adam has served as co-editor of both the social science academic journal Transformation and the official disciplinary journal of the South African Association of Political Science, Politkon. He also sits on the editorial boards of Voluntas and the South African Labour Bulletin.
Jeremy Cronin is the SACP deputy general secretary, an ANC National Executive Committee member, and ANC MP. Politically active since the 1960s, he was jailed for seven years. Jeremy received his BA from UCT and his MA from the Sorbonne in Paris and lectured philosophy at UCT. Following Cronin's release from prison he began working with the UDF but in the late1980s, increased harassment from the security forces forced him and his wife to leave South Africa and move first to London and subsequently to Lusaka where he worked closely with Joe Slovo for the ANC/SACP alliance. He was a negotiator at the Codesa Multiparty Negotiations and was the Co-Convenor of the Reconstruction and Development Programme Drafting Committee. Jeremy is also a writer and a poet. Inside (1983), his first poetry collection, reflects on the period of his life when he was imprisoned. He has recently published a new collection of his poetry, titled More Than A Casual Contact (2006). He is renowned as a performance poet and has regularly participated in political rallies and readings.
DATE
Tuesday 19 February 2008
VENUE
Lecture Theatre 1, Kramer Law Building, Middle Campus, UCT
TIME
6pm – 8pm
Refreshments will be served from 6pm – 6.30pm
