MOMBASA CAFE DOES NOT HAVE TABASCO
I’m spending a bit of time in Claremont today – getting back to my roots and all that. I dropped off my car at Hannibal’s car wash and sauntered into Cavendish Square to find a little spot to write you something titillating; something completely different to what I am writing about now. I wandered around, […]
THE MIKERO SLAVE OVEN
It’s common knowledge that I keep a number of pre-teen Cambodian kids under the floorboards at the Bantry Bay house; for the express purpose of manufacturing fake Havaianas flip-flops. I don’t feel bad about their living conditions, nor the fact that I feed them rubbish. Those kids wouldn’t have a floor over their heads if […]