The Conflict of Spirit and Passion






What home the gods will ever find?
Flight cycles spiral to each place
Where spirit lessons that unwind
In flitting essence, passions face.

(Wordle 358)

© July 2018 Colonialist
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Cat-ching My Eye and Adding a Tear

I have been too busy to post just lately, what with reformatting and editing books for patient (becoming im-) writers, dealing with kids on holiday, and swinging through trees like Tarzan-with-a-chainsaw. Today I took the opportunity to dash off to the fleamarket for a  break, and while there a book featuring a picture of a cat on the cover took my eye.  I read the back and front matter, then turned to the first page. I have a number of potentially good books unread, and am short of shelf-space, so I do not buy books as a rule…

However, end of Prologue later, after having suddenly developed dust in my eyes or something, I bought this one.

Here is a foretaste:

© June 2018 Colonialist

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Chews to predict the fuchsia!


Headmaster to school leavers
wrapped sweets for each will give,
Before his lecture on how
their lives they all should live.
This is done so all of them
there fully understands,
‘Remember that the fruit-chew
is resting in your hands!’
Or else, he’ll ask the girlies
A flower there to hold;
‘In your hands lies the fuchsia!’
Is what they all are told.

(A quite cheerful note
one can add to the plot —
they can’t make a worse mess
than that which we have got!)

© June 2018 Colonialist
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Sighence Friction Phantasy

Wordle 358










In limbo, images rattle through ring;
Safe, will fold into nowhere, but will bring
A gasp if from the pit their shell reforms;
Split pill with blade: protect from magic storms!

© June 2018 Colonialist
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When tuney opperties ariz
For dressing up some bragging biz
I cannot help but mention thiz —
Each of my grandkidz iz a whiz!

The news has reached us that grandson in Inglund has just gradjermerated as a BA (Hons) with a most creditabubble result.

Furthermuchmore, the younger granddaughterlets in Sarf Efrica have both earned glowing mid-year reports. R had an 80 aggregate and came home with an Academic Merit badge. J had a report strewn with sevens (Outstanding Achievement) with just a couple of sixes (Meritorious) and a five (Substantial) to tone it down a tiny bit.

Then, yesterday, we attended the annual Swim School Prizegiving. R took away her Provincial Swimming badge for 1500 metres in under 40 minutes, swum when 9, while J had her 800 metre distance badge (done when still 6!) plus a silver badge from the Natal Provincial Swimming Association for all the criteria attached to it such as swimming in all strokes, tumble turns, etc. She was also awarded with the cup for the Best Girl Swimmer!

We noted with interest that the pupil who got the Best Swimmer cup (male or female) was also a girl, who is 10 years old and whom J quite often beats in their lessons!

OK, OK, I’ll stop bragging now …



© June 2018 Colonialist
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Bally Fine Go at the BFG

A Big Friendly Giant of a show!

It is a miracle that so soon after the magnificent ‘Camelot’, KickstArt Productions are able to come up with anything half as elaborate and ambitious as Roald Dahl’s ‘the BFG’. Part of the reason is that this production has been designed and directed by Greg King, leaving his partner Steven Stead to emerge from Camelot in time to design the costumes. Another reason is that KickstArt are good at miracles.

The curtain doesn’t go up at the start. The opening scene is in place as the audience takes their seats, with policemen and a double-decker bus cruising freely, and Sophie (Belinda Henwood) slumbering on a bed. When the show starts she wakes to hear the Big Friendly Giant wandering around on his nightly dream distribution, and we see Brian Hiles as the non-puppet version of BFG. Thereafter the giant effect is amusingly achieved by alternating large puppets as giants with normal-sized humans, or tiny puppets as humans with the normal humans as giants.

The sets are, as usual, amazing, with props and puppets designed by Wendy Henstock. Greg King confined himself to construction, this time. The acting and timing work wonderfully, and scenes that particularly appealed were the ones with Claire Mortimer as a convincing Queen Elizabeth II, Lyle Buxton as head of the Army, and a new talent in Mpilo “Straw” Nzimanze as head of the Airforce (and Mr Tibbs). Their reactions to being introduced to BFG and to the Queen’s corgi (a convincing puppet) are delightful.

Daisy Spencer is most amusing as Mary the maid — I loved the scene where she drinks the Queen’s tea in a moment of stress. The goblins are perfect for giving the younger (or, in fact, all) members of the audience a good fright and an aversion to being eaten by them.
Running from 21st June to 8th July, this show is perfect July Holidays entertainment for the whole family and the kids in particular. There are a couple of pantomime-type occasions to keep their interest, but I don’t think it really needs them to do that.

There was another much-deserved standing ovation.

© June 2018 Colonialist
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Anniversary Waltz

On 3rd December 2013 I posted the lyrics of a waltz I wrote to Much Better Half  to mark our fifty years of marriage.  In fact, those lyrics refer to our first meeting that took place fifty eight years ago today.

Once a young lad, while still as a teen
Met up with the most striking girl
that he had ever seen,
Merry and bright, complexion most fair,
So startling a contrast
against her deeply midnight hair.

Squeezed behind seats in a tiny car,
Went out on a drive
which was not all that very far –
As it turned out, would both of them take
Out onto the edge
of a picturesquely pretty lake.

They chatted and found
that their dreams were in tune,
Then went out together,
and it was quite soon
They had become inseparable;
They tarried, but then they married,
And so are they, still –
Through half-century it carried,
And so, always will!

I will find my recording of the waltz music and add a link to this post in due course.

© June 2018 Colonialist
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