It’s the second half of 2009 and this Friday night finds me yet again seated in a classroom within Leslie Social building (or Leslie Commerce, I could never tell
I was feeling a little parched last night, and seeing how it was Tuesday, it could easily have degenerated into gin and tonics like last week. Luckily, my
Drew Master (read about him here), Mr Martin (one of the Bucketeers) and myself had spent the last Wednesday out in Franschhoek having what can only be referred
I find myself awake. The red LED across the room declares it 5:05 am. It’s been raining consecutively for the last 3 days and today should be the first
I came across some tasting notes I had written at the end of last year about Silvermist Wines. For those avid subscribers, recall my father and son bonding
The text reads, “Have you eaten? Come for Pilau….” In less than 30 minutes I’m showered, changed, with my offerings in hand knocking down BK’s door; yet again