The roads of Johannesburg are at best loathsome – if not for the Jacuzzi-size potholes and assortment of debris strewn across them, then for the idiots that drive them, the taxi drivers and the overloaded bakkies that somehow defy the laws of physics, teetering towers of furniture and other items … Read moreContinue Reading
A manufacturer’s job is to sell you their car, to do anything within their power to quote facts and figures, performance times and fuel consumption, all in an effort to swoon you into joining the corporation for which they are employed. But as much as this is the case, it’s … Read moreContinue Reading
“Nice isn’t a very nice word,” my English teachers used to tell me growing up, it’s a bland adjective and one no one would be happy to be described with. They were right, but wrong, for if there was no such word as “nice”, what would we compare all … Read moreContinue Reading
