Rule Britannia

Lady Penelope

Having just returned from the UK after attending a one-week university course to notch up a few CPD points, coupled with attendance of a friend’s engagement party to gather a few points of the brownie variant, I took today to reflect on my experience and the things I’ve missed, whilst recovering in bed from the after effects of a particularly bad case of man-flu.

It was the first time I’d be back to the UK since 2009 and I was looking forward to the visit. The flight up, Virgin Atlantic naturally, was great; just over 100-odd people on-board the jumbo jet and 3 seats to me, myself and I. I managed a record breaking 7 hours of sleep on the 11 hour flight, dinner, breakfast and 1.75 movies before the plane hit the tarmac at a chilly London Heathrow. Looking out of the window, there was snow covering the airport, my past work stomping ground. The service teams were already out de-icing the scheduled early morning flights and the airport was a hive of activity. Ahhh, the memories.

Determined to not give the impression that I’d turned into a complete sissy during my exposure to ample levels of vitamin D, heat and 360 days of guaranteed sunshine in South Africa, I walked off the plane wearing no more than a t-shirt and a pair of jeans – Who Da Man! I could see that many of the jacketed and gloved Heathrow natives were giving me odd looks (it was -6 degrees Celsius). I was unequivocally still “well ‘aard” (cue the double-arm chest flex), although less so by the time I’d reached the car park. Continue reading

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The Dustbin Fairy

If you have ever seen the slums in the movie Slumdog Millionaire, it’s pretty evident that rubbish can pose a bit of a problem if it isn’t disposed of properly. For those who haven’t, the Mumbai slums are pretty minging and that’s about the crux of the matter. This is a movie which should definitely be broadcast to the masses not just in South Africa, but globally in order to emphasise the fact that litter can’t throw itself the bin.

I still find it hard to grasp that in a non-third-world nation such as South Africa, people cannot work out, or maybe just don’t care that they are surrounded by litter and that it poses more than a singular and minor problem – especially in places such packed settlements like townships. People here live in such a beautiful country and they choose to take no pride in their home. It’s like taking a dump on your best-friend’s face….you just don’t do it.

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