Durban’s Bread

But It’s Gonna Be… Wild A Sri Lankan/English, a Nepalese, an Englishman, an Aussie, A Canadian, A Dutchman, A Saffa-(Is-it)-Dutchman and a Yank walk into a pub – true story so far – ‘who put that there?’ Wails an Antipodean brogue as they pick themselves up off the floor. Oh, they get worse. Alternative ending, […]

But It’s Gonna be.. Wet The precipitation stakes between SE Asia and Blighty congeal in a startling single familiarity… it’s wet. Although there is a range of wetness. Contrasts run into seismic cat and dog-esque proportions loping from wet, dry, spitting, lashing, sideways, dripping, ‘little bitty stinging, big ol’ fat and sometimes it rains straight […]

But It’s Gonna Be… Trippy Spots of the planet resided in, though not primarily for their flip-flop factor, although therein lurks a conspicuous pattern, where the pace of life is notably slower than their brisker opposed climes akin to the fur-lined boots lands. Yet the speed of getting about on a casual basis can often […]

But it’s gonna be… sunny! Lambasting unfinished viewpoints is akin to burning the witch. Here’s one for the kindle; it’s going to be sunny side up! Aye, put that in yer flip-flop and squish. On that point how is it some folk only eat the whites and others don’t care for the yolk (ugh!). One […]

But it’s gonna be s%&t (Part II) By far from a series of rants for negativity’s purse, by golly-gum-drops nae. For it is to embrace the bendy pragmatism of reality, with it’s open-toed policy of it being rubbish, but good rubbish. I have on good authority the fitting flips idea of whoop whoop being that […]

But it’s gonna be shit. I was going to do a weekly thing about… hang on, my mate said no-one would read it, so there’s no point explaining it. I’ll jot it regardless, as these are thoughts (rants – for good or ill) about going home… Scared would be an understatement… no hold up, that’s […]