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What happens when intellect grows old and dies

My mother used to be in the habit of pointing out old people with hunched backs. It's not that she took pleasure in observing the unsightly ways in which the body succumbed to old age but rather she thought it would serve as a warning to a teenage me, who for some reason enjoyed taunting her with bad posture. [ Full Story... ]

Will Cash in Hand get the same SMS that made Shabby shake?

I'm from the era when men were men and women went shopping. So I can max out my plastic with the best of them, but trolling Sandton City with sister Arwen - she of the defiantly alternative lifestyle - is too much. Especially when she's got me there on the pretext of kitting out for her brother's wedding… then starts drooling over a mauve T-shirt emblazoned with the glittering slogan: "Paint me chocolate and throw me to the lesbians." After all, I always thought she was one of the throwers, rather than a throwee, if you see what I mean. [ Full Story... ]