Andrew Donaldson

Brace Yourself for Seven More Fat Zuma Years

Brace Yourself for Seven More Fat Zuma Years

PERHAPS it’s the suggestion of summer, but we decided to give the members’ lounge at the Mahogany Ridge a bit of a spring cleaning recently. Among the heaps of old newspapers we tossed was one with a rather sad report on an appeal by President… Read More →

Do Not Press Play

Do Not Press Play

I have been troubled by suggestions that, as a result of the Innocence of Muslims movie, eight South Africans in Kabul, Afghanistan, have lost their lives; it is more correct to say that they died when a 20-year-old suicide bomber known only as Fatima drove a truck… Read More →

What Would Biko Do?

What Would Biko Do?

These are terrible times, full of fear and dancing on knife edges. The military has been placed on high alert (it says here), the mines are grinding to a standstill, the government stands idly by as the crises pile up and the demagogue Jelly Tsotsi… Read More →

Bicycles, Adultery and Automobiles

Bicycles, Adultery and Automobiles

Further to last week’s column and the rumour of spring, word has reached us here at the Mahogany Ridge of fevered and urgent stirrings in the trousers of Newlands, which, according to a dating service that caters for such tastes, is allegedly Cape Town’s most… Read More →

Playing Catch-up

Playing Catch-up

Among the many images to have emerged from Thursday’s memorial service for the Lonmin miners was one that I feel has been quite effective in placing the shootings firmly in the context of a troubled and bloody history. And no, it was not of expelled… Read More →

Permission to get Laid

Permission to get Laid

Earlier this week, and before the developments at Marikana in the North West struck us dumb with shock, we shared a moment’s silence to reflect upon the passing of a pioneering feminist and to express gratitude, not only for the revolution she single-handedly brought about,… Read More →

So here’s my number… call me maybe

So here’s my number… call me maybe

Was there ever a sadder face in all of creation’s dark and shining wonder? Have any of us ever seen an expression as troubled and hurt, woe-filled eyes so haunted by disappointment, sorrow and fear that we cannot even begin to imagine what harrowing heartbreak… Read More →

Making up is hard to do

Making up is hard to do

Gwede  Mantashe, ANC secretary general and the party’s principal berserker has, like the proverbial stuck record, been off about the media again, complaining about how rubbish and stupid we all are. This latest outburst, in Thursday’s Sowetan, followed a dreary dispatch in that newspaper concerning… Read More →